Letras:
Altar Of Graves

will you cry Thou shalt not bear false witness When brothers in faith Turn to brothers in arms Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven images How many

: He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of raven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things Alchemists and

: "Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three

: "Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three

the veins of a nearly dead boy Once there was hatred Once there was cold Now There is only A dark stone tomb With an altar An altar which Serves as a

bell, tolling for his farewell The morning dawned upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave

I have never forgotten my dreams When the gutters fill with blood that?s spilled from friends that pass away And memories of eulogies while standing by their graves

virgin writhe in fear Drain her blood from a gasp in her throat Set fire to the altar and watch her burn Unholy buried in an unholy grave [pre.ch.:]

entrails. Be the sacrifice for the black lord. Bloodstone, the altar of evil Bloodstone, the altar of sin Bloodstone, the master of the underworld arrives. This stone is your grave