Misantrophe's Masterplan Lyrics

Wyrd Misantrophe's Masterplan

Endless dreams of drifting in whir winds of deepest black
From the depths of Tuonela the riders arrive Singing the
age old song of death That even the most coldhearted
dread Darkest manifestations of ungodly beauty,
blasphemous, yet divine The sun sets forever, the
misanthrope's masterplan