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Dark Funeral Angelus Exuro Pro Eternus

's the end of them - and their holy era. Soon all of heaven will be in flames... In flames... Angelus exuro pro eternus Angelus exuro pro eternus

: Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata Save me... It's happening again I started to bleed From my hands and feet In an odour so sweet Painful

: Christians - oh how I hate them all I see them as weaklings, who care about all Misery - where ever it dwells There they are with their smiles... Trying

end this life Then peace I will find Walking down to my funeral The mortal sin... Some might be sad I'll die with a grin Walking down to my funeral It

: Here they come, the winged minions of the dark lord As black clouds, they block the light of the sun By their side, flies the king of the demon locusts

: This is my realm, here I am king. A kingdom of hatred, where tormented souls sing. Here I am pain - here I am death. Here I'm the hand that will take

's the end of them - and their holy era. Soon all of heaven will be in flames... In flames... Angelus exuro pro eternus Angelus exuro pro eternus

Here I am, through the gloom stare Again in hunger, and thirst for something new Tonight - my hunger I'll please... Your presence makes my pulse increase

Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata Save me... It's happening again I started to bleed From my hands and feet In an odour so sweet Painful holy