Tables of Will

Gracious Lords, demons of Hell
Reapers fearing their lost bells
Frightening our world of lies
The Crepuscle loudly cries

Foreign phantoms, demons blue
I am not afraid of you
Should I stay and lie in chains
'Till the blood shouts in my veins?

And He slowly fades away
Grapes and apples get no pay
As I listed to their sound
Slipping fast into the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Mihai Stefan Movileanu
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