To Conjure Up the Blackest of Nights

To Conjure Up the Blackest of Nights lyrics

GenreMetal
Duration3:32
Original languageEnglish
Views181
Lyrics coordinates

Original lyrics

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No more a victim of a crusade Where souls are strung from a moral palisade I slit my wrists and quickly slip away... I journey now on jewelled sands Beneath a moon to Summerlands To grace Her lips with contraband The blaze once in my veins...