Eosphoros - The Crescent

From whence you came

The prince of this world

Wanderer on a path of shame

Stand proud, wings unfurled

Fire, burning all things that you love

And you get no help from above

Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies

Fire, burning all things that you love

Still you get no help from above

Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest

In the sky

Eyes that burn with emerald fire

Radiating a corpulent sheen

Skull aflame, features running

Weeping like wax from a candle

Flame melts the obscene

Drop by drop it sinks

A bath in a sea of green

Embalmed with poison drinks

Fire, burning all things that you love

And you get no help from above

Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies

Fire, burning all things that you love

Still you get no help from above

Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest

In the sky

Twisted by the rictus grin

Fading to death fugue of opaline

Oh, bright and morning star

Son of dawn, fallen afar

Brought down to the realm of the dead

In to a fathomless pit, burnt and bled

When you rise, we will rise with you

When you sing, the world sings too

When the shackles break and come undone

When the battle for the kingdom is won

You are the brightest in the sky