The cold nighted sky spews forth the blood of angels.
The night brought winds from archaic,
The last breath of a dying sun.
The cold brought stalkers in the blackness,
In the company of bright angels.
The cold nighted sky spews forth the blood of angels.
The night brought winds from archaic,
The last breath of a dying sun.
The cold brought stalkers in the blackness,
In the company of bright angels.