There will be no beauty
The secrets of the unborn
An angel's cries with its shattered wings
The holy blood is spilled

I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss
The evocations wrath hit me like a fist
To burst out in scars of distant grief
The August flames swallowed me with its kiss

Never to be found is the key to purgatory
I felt the winds of death and its fury
They approached from the halls of sacred duty
The fall of daylight has begun

From [bad word] of my domain
They gathered with a pagan oath
To reign these walls for aeons
Hungry for the bewinged
The fullmoon I adore and its victory
I raise my hands with their blood in me

I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss
The evocations wrath hit me like a fist
To burst out in scars of distant grief
The August flames swallowed me with its kiss

The fullmoon...