Mysthicon – Into the Dark Lyrics

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Ancient glory in the color black
Ancient glory in the color black
You're the secret of our oldest descendent

In your cities, angels have fallen
In your cities, angels have fallen
Prayers kill the screams of the damned

Fury of their anger
Fury of their forgiveness
Fury of their prayers
Fury of their anger

Fury of their anger
Fury of their forgiveness
Fury of their prayers
Fury of their anger

The weak ones remained to taste the paths of the mind
Drinking from them the blood of the gospel
The Ancient Ones speak with us
Thanks to the Great Magic of our Old Prophet
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The weak ones remained to taste the paths of the mind
Drinking from them the blood of the gospel
The Ancient Ones speak with us
Thanks to the Great Magic of our Old Prophet
Prophet

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