Testo Shades Of Heavenly Death

By black we ride, or so they say

Our need for reason, there greed is paid

Powers rumble for spiritual sway

Paths are laid then leaders stray


It's right then left, witch way to turn

Follow me or forever burn

We evil blessed, bring your soul to sell

All wish away into empty wells



Fortunes found in holy halls

Redeem your every fault
When dogmas given are blindly held

And treasures given caught

Any wish can only last

Until the spell's descried

While subtle, wicked ways

Fracture weakened minds





Slaves of a different kind march to broken bells

Freedom in a bind and make it all sound well

Blackened blue etched in glass forming outer walls

Tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls



Lines lead to dead ends where

Plays seen are never clear

And those who ride never fare



Crowned voids forever rule

In worlds lived and learned of fools

Conformity's the teachers' tool