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Beyond The Throne Of Light

In silent midwinter nights

To embrace the ancient memories

From land beyond the throne

Of celestial light

Where dark clouds soar

Over crimson mountains

In the last light of a dying sun

In silent midwinter nights

Snow falls onto the frozen soil

And the blood of dead angels

Drips from the leafs

Roses thorns in still warm flesh

For now I shall wander

Through crimson fading light of a dying sun