Diabolical Masquerade

Blackheims Hunt For Nocturnal Grace

Diabolical Masquerade


Soaked in Darkest Lights 
Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave 
In the Deepest of His Inner 
A World of Immortal Arts 

As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit 
He still Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams 

His Wings was Covered by Snow 
Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew 
By the riddle and Wisdom 
A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace 

Souls were Heading towards Death 
Death was Heading towards Life 
Life was in the Coffin of the Crypts 
The Crypts of Blackheim - The Only One 

The Mercy is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward 
No Time to Dread by as we shall be Unborn 

With Thirst for the Blood of the Sacred One 
Three Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh 
Amongst the Wolves He´s the Kingly Beast 
A Hunt in the Forest of Elder´s Dark Myths 

(Voice:)"...A Dominion for Blackheim...No Mortals to Enter...No Enter.." 

The Lightning in the Skies 
The Sign of his Elder Past