Texty:
Before The Dawn Deadlight

What is the price at the end of the world To get to blame and reform The grand declaration of the final war Ignore the thought Clearly deny it's not

The container of my soul was severed from my shell At birth I was stigmatized by fires of hell This hollow space inside is growing still It's going for

Nevermore shall the choir of angels sing the song of despair with fear on their voice Or the darkest creatures shed the blood of divine Dark princess

Absence of light where only hollow words left to describe and measure the darkness with crown made of bone and flesh of his own Behold Can you see the

Restart Ignite with brand new hate Inhale the pain Deny the blame Beat them sore This is not a metaphor Black machinery with tons of steel breaking free