23 April 2012
Pale me in deaths-shroud Unearthly indeed for My rivers run red for The fruits of a Queen Lost to distant dominions that no man hath seen, This bastard Earth knows none of she
Silent we fly Through the vast far flung Nebula, Reaping red trails through the thick of the night, Blinding the eyes and the faith of the innocent, Tearing the Skies new horizons at Dusk
Tearing The Skies New Horizons At Dusk • Opuss № I