Текст: Naglfar. Failing Wings.

There will be no beauty

The secrets of the unborn

An angel's cries with it's shattered wings

The holy blood is spilled

I fell from grace, I fell into the

deepest abyss

The evocations wrath hit me like a fist

To burst out in scars of distant grief

The August flames swallowed me with

it's kiss

Never to be found is the key to purgatory

I felt the winds of death and it's fury

They approached from the halls of

sacred duty

The fall of daylight has begun

From the ruins of my domain

They gathered with a pagan oath

to reign these walls for aeons

Hungry for the bewinged

The fullmoon I adore

and it's victory

I raise my hand with their blood in me

As blasphemy rains over me....

~ Repeat second verse ~

Fullmoon...