Mystifier (White Night City) -

Born of the frozen wastes

Peasant with an arctic gaze

Blessed with such piety

Blighted by the gift of prophecy

Clairvoyant, seer beyond

Through the wilds on and on

Siberian lupine appetite grows as the gates fall into sight

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends

Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the

White night city

It’ll be a hot time in the town tonight

Lurker in the palace

Holy fool, mystifier

Mourning wind, songs of sorrow

Our mother is bleeding

Guide the hand that stabs hr heart

Holy devil, mystifier

St a place beside the throne

Oh, sisters of the crow

Sin be the path to salvation

Be not afraid of damnation

Warnings of the coming storm

Silenced by the waters of Neva

Infinite misery

Crumbling of the dynasty

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends

Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the

White night city

It’ll be a hot time in the town tonight

Lurker in the palace

Holy fool, mystifier

Mourning wind, songs of sorrow

Our mother is bleeding

Guide the hand that stabs her heart

Holy devil, mystifier

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends

Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the

White night city

It’ll be a hot time in the town tonight

Lurker in the palace

Holy fool, mystifier

Mourning wind, songs of sorrow

Our mother is bleeding

Guide the hand that stabs her heart

Holy devil, mystifier