Surise Over Locus Mortis Lyrics - Dark Throne

The dark and cold wastelands of 

Grey dust softens when my downturned 

triangular teardrops covers the ground 

This secret got lost to the shepherd's flock 

My burning skin connects with the sands of time 

and thus the holy angels appear... 

"Drag THEM through the mud" I cried 

"Instead of me" 

"This is not the death I choose - 

your christian trials are wrong!" 

I speak of what I want 

And my heart lies therein 

Blackened you say - 

Then black is my way 

And call me an Enemy - 

I shall only stand proud 

Awaiting the rise of the DarkSide 

Surise Over Locus Mortis