When I look upon these burial-
Grounds my heart sighs
Deep in the dark, so is my heart
My black seared heart is the
way
From the cold clouds above
rains
Dust of death
In my mouth, in my breath
The cold struck urge for pain
Increases the lust to gain
Reign of knowledge
My apocalyptic vision at its
very peak
My black seared heart can wait
no longer
The force deep desertion has
grown stronger
ANGELWINGS AND RAVENCLAWS
Crossing the channel of fire
The wings of the dragon shall
Carry me high
The sky so dark and cold
Known only to the spirits that
grew old
We rush towards the ravenclaws
They silently await to crush us
all
We await the coming
Cursed as hellbound lizards we
All shall crawl
Not the blessed
Nor the gifted
We choose the true evil
Not the feeble
We lords of dogs
We lords of the hamlets
We lords of swords
We call upon thee
Souls of the infernal
Ghosts of the wicked
Spirits of all that is evil
Dance to the master's organ
We call upon you
Incarnated souls of disaster
Spread the fire all high and low
The ravenclaws has waited to
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