Morgan,
I saw the light!
Morgan,
I saw the light!
Morgan,
I saw the light! Morgan,
I saw the light!
The
ritual master stole us to the crown,
spilled blood,
did him saying.
All that it's made from, black it remains.
Fire escaped, feudal human fate.
Void it's guide, horizon made.
All I've had with the age of light, we diminish.
Nostomynes are soulless.
Nostomynes are soulless.
Nostomynes are soulless.
Nostomynes.
And so it ends.
As final light,
the force of sky.
The death of time, of the end of life.
And it's dawn, the advent sunrise.
By the lake we fall,
with the rise of the sun.
