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Le De L'ange (Nocturnal Call Part 3)

Abate/Canavaggia, lyrics: Blachier]

leaving a cradle of
falling into hell at the first
staring at new chaos
embraces me without desire

touched by the of divinity
a wisdom as as me
I the stench of a putrid life
and suffering are but my fate

dropped in a field of hate
waiting for the to harvest
(my crop)
a tear that vanishes touching the ground
I feel nothing, nothing but my

lies, surrounded by lies, just me why ?
why do we have to
our desolate as soon as we are born ?
we are puppets but who the strings ?
dusk after we crawl like vermin
on a ground that we don't even
I live in a land
a place held by
the of god and men

let the brew
and blow away
I hate world, I hate god
I you

ubi dicta...

I contemplate this soul
and I see this diamond
a cradle with passion
opening on a shadowy
poetry once spoken by the innocent
who praises spectral

all the from the inner past
entwined with the sky
warp me to suffer my
dusk, I pledge my to thee
this is my
kneels down towards
the temptating
futility of enthrones
the of my life
the quest for my desires
you of the untold
the blood that I cum
come to me, ye darkness

thus, I reveal the raven under the growing moon