Satyrian

LETRA

Be aware, ???
??? that never wakes.
Fell from heaven of the soulless saints.

As the scarlet moonlightÂ’s flaming ray,
He had stolen from the light of theeÂ…
Fall from grace
Of London days.
Fall from grace -
Forthcoming fate.

And she rode on SerpentÂ’s Hill,
Where always dreadful wind blows deadly chill,
Towards the world that wails beneath.

As the scarlet moonlightÂ’s flaming ray,
He had stolen from the light of theeÂ…
Fall from grace
Of London days.
Fall from grace -
Forthcoming fate.

??? I shall fire
Beyond this light and to the heaven.
Across the Earth and through the dark fires,
Into the temples, the temples of desires.
??? I shall fire
Beyond this light and to the heaven.

Fall from grace
Of London days.
Fall from grace,
Fall from grace -
Forthcoming fate.
Fall from grace,
Fall from grace,
Fall from grace.