Texty:
Catamenia Eternal Winter S Prophecy

you are one of us. Deny the world, deny yourself only hope is your lonely face should I be me, should I be test illusions of red, it`s pressing my chest

exist on earth anymore burning men, in moonlight dusk smell of fear`s, raising my lust eternal winter`s, thrones for me I am finally the black prophecy

I`m the one who crush and create I was there, watching when you born now I`m here to take my own. Weaped out, throwed in that`s the way and that`s how

`s birth the heaven there awaits for nothing, only calmness and the everlasting flow of the time dance, wrap and join in it`s force. [Chorus] There,

where evil takes it`s form...dragon. [Chorus] God`s of war... masters of despair... dragonlords of the skies... rulers of mighty kingdom... In crimson morning`s

the stars she shines in a darkest sky. Fiery hearts of mountains throbbed oceans ran, shores wept alone paths misguided, winds raped the trees until the silence dropped on it`s