Pantastic -

Melodies of horror the legends will march

seduction is the tune

and we will follow fast

Fixation the end of the road

the storm is ready to brew

and we the ready never blink

for she awaits us at the eye

and we the ready never blink.

Promises to be fulfilled

o what pleasures to reap

shadows they will be proud

for they will be all that is left

and the ones to recite our names

the ones to recite our names

Approaching the wreck that was once the sky

her song grows louder, do thy ears deceive?

«Come forth dear king and quench lips dry

Come forth dear king and swim in your worth»

Promises to be fulfilled

o what pleasures to reap

shadows they will be proud

for they will be all that is left

and the ones to recite our names

the ones to recite our names

Many have warned of a witch

whom’s tales be too high for mortal reach

devours the mate once seed obtained

intrigued, to follow suit

«The tallest tales be told by riddle’s distort

my will is pure and your prize awaits»

We stay on coarse infinity is at stake

her song grows louder.