Shadows Of Death

Pale Divine

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From the dark - into the light
Eyes of fire burning bright.
Deliver us mortal men,
Your time has come to rise again.

He's on the outside looking in.
Dark angel in a dead man's skin.

I see the road that lies ahead.
Beyond the garden of the dead.
A journey to the other side.
The gates of hell are open wide.

The reaper waits to harvest souls
After the final death bell tolls.
Heed the call - fade to black.
Beyond the point of turning back.

The sum of all your morbid fears.
Silently waiting all these years.

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange eons even death may die."