The Dead Of Winter



[Music and Lyrics: R. Scythe 3/95]



Soulless I have become

Death now calls my name

Under a dying sun

Beneath the frozen flames



Awaiting in silence, for there is no way out

Blackened, isolation, for I?m the one with the dead



Snow like ashes of bone

The frost now slowly sets in

(My) seconds in time have perished

Lucifer! I recall sin



Time.

Enslavement.

For there is no way out

The walls of sanity vanish into the air



THERE IS NO CITY OF GOD!

THERE IS NO KINGDOM OF FIRE!

THERE IS NO CITY OF GOD!

UNHALLOWED BE THY NAME!



The once proud temple of a dead soul

Becomes as one with the ground

Envoment by the Serpent?s Son

The reapers scythe is lowered down



The witches, the priests, the madmen

Weave thier tales of thier myths

The lull of false security

Guardians of the sane mind



SATAN BE...

THY FATHER

SATAN BE...

BELOW THE HEAVENS

SATAN BE...

UNHALLOWED

SATAN BE...

BE THY NAME

KINGDOM CONE...

KINGDOM GONE

ON EARTH...

AS IT IS IN EARTH



ANCIENT MYTHS OF MODERN MAN

AS IT SHALL BE... FOREVER