The Age of Nero

My skin is cold and the birds fly free Over my head, where winter grows A heathen's call, stand up or fall This world is yours, for you to rule This, the blood of sin Flows freely The unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold – your skin

Hidden under its wings The darkness you wish to hide Bearer of ugly truths Grey... Somber morning Through blurry glass The black crow Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone Stare That re

They ride the winds Avoiding resistance Choosing not to fight Wanting to live To lie another day Pale figures in life And so in death... A painful existence Wanting so much Yearning to be You know you lose And I'm glad it hurts Die by my hand As clos

She's roaming free Tucked with a lifeline She's haunting me Rocked by the netherworld Down her knees Painfully she moans indeed Rapidly aggressively Daggers shine and daggers kill Nightfall (The nights that gods can't undo) Chaos alive (Looking fo