Masquerade In The Flames Another Black Friday

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…