Erythrite Throne Call Of The Northern Moon
Hear the call of the northern moon in the black of night
Fall from the stars into the cold to banish all his light
Fallen angel, weep at the altar for me
Fall from heaven to crash into the mud and shine so beautifully
The taste of royal blood lingers on the tip of my tongue
Hollow hearts sunken in the snow for the songs that we have sung
Humanity will bathe in the blood of their young
May we live deep in eternal night so we may never see the sun