Heaven Shall Burn...When We Are Gathered

Where I walk, everything appears in grey And under my shadow, the flowers wither I have drunk the blood of Jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival Singe Este Viata I'm a slave under my

As I looked into the mirror, and saw the creation which was fading I sailed the darkened waters of my soul on the ship of flaming hate Towards the land of the damned... The cold winds of the darkness blow strongly The cemetery glows in the dark A tho