Beneath the Crypt
S†N† Noc†urnusSTNT Nocturnus
Текст: 2024, Dan Loveschmidt
От албума "Sleighs of Fire"
Beneath the crypt, where shadows creep, A child unborn in eternal sleep. The Star of Beelzebub burns the sky, Its crimson glare bids the heavens die. From shattered graves, the damned will weep. She kneels, her tears run red, The vessel of despair for the unborn dread. His staff is wrapped in chain, A symbol of torment, a mark of pain. Their prayers fall silent, their hope long dead. Hooded shepherds chant with flame, Their flock of bones bears no name. Gifts of sin the magi bring, A crown of pride, a serpent’s sting. Blackened earth shakes beneath their claim. The grave lies cracked, the lilies bloom, A herald of death, a whispered doom. The unborn stirs, its breath takes hold, A savior of rot, a crown of cold. The Star burns brighter, the world its tomb. From shattered graves, the damned will weep, The Star of Beelzebub burns the sky. A child unborn in eternal sleep, Its crimson glare bids the heavens die. Beneath the crypt, where shadows creep. Peerc swodahs erehw ,tpyrc eht htaeneb. Eid snevaeh eht sdib eralg nosmirc sti. Peels lanrete ni nrobnu dlihc a, Yks eht snrub bubezleeB fo ratS eht, Peew lliw denmad eht ,sevarg derettahs morf,