Masquerade In The Flames Another Black Friday - Abyssos

The dungeons are calling our names

Inviting us to a masquerade in the flames

Once again lust will spread its wings

And carry us through the northern winds

Open the gates

To where it’s all supposed to end

And let us all in… daimons, whores, witches and fiends

Swoop through the frozen landscape

Of red memories almost forgotten

In rapid re-run:

A crimson river of rich wine let loose on tiles

Hideous sihouettes flicker in the candlelight

Shapes of evil, we are all born of dayfright

Ever since the banquet I’ve waited for her burn

Might she be here, can this be the night of her return?

There, right before my eyes she stands, my dark witch

Dressed in her funeral shroud, as black as pitch

Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal

All over my body, for a thousand years I bore her seal

Come forth and lick the blood from my nasty wounds

Still so young though she’s older than the moon

Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal

All over my body, for a thousand years I bore her seal

She chased the moonlight out on the fields

A dance most sombre and seductive

She told me twisted stories from her past

And said: — «take this stake and end my life, but do it fast»

Blood-drenched feathers against what’s once been raped

Beautiful, innocent but still not too old

For what it is shaped

How can you die right before my eyes?

I always thought you were one of us

One of the immortals

Open the gates

To where it’s all supposed to end

And let us all in…

Open the gates

To where we once were supposed to sin

And let us all in…