Runemagick

On Funeral Wings

Runemagick


Captured in the abyss
Burning souls on the throne
Realm of lust and fire
The ones who foreseen the desire 

Unleash the force
Death to the light of no remorse
Curse the prophets of the false
Let's ride on funeral wings
...and celebrate their death 

Let them drown in darkness of oblivion
Spit at the grave, no turn back, no regrets 

And the journey goes on
Memories of the past are lost