Before a dark veil,
Vined with fruit,
A sacred flora blooms....Blooms
(you ask to look upon my face
behold your death)
Sun burning lands,
Moon drowning cities,
Bedlam of animals singing.
A terrible face emerges
(you ask to look upon my face
behold your death)
Vined with fruit,
A sacred flora blooms....Blooms
(you ask to look upon my face
behold your death)
Sun burning lands,
Moon drowning cities,
Bedlam of animals singing.
A terrible face emerges
(you ask to look upon my face
behold your death)