Thalarion. Hellium. Realm Of Perfect Visions. Zeneszám

When the night will bring a while of my end
I will fulfill my fate in the hands of death
The only thing filling my heart
Is a desire to see you dying with me

As if forgotten are the whiles
When I am floating
In the bondage of simple mystery
From the other side
My senses ane failing, dying away
And I am tasting the bitterness
Of my last breath

Follow me and I will follow you
Into my realm of perfect visions
That will change our journey
Through the underworld
And we'll see ourselves twisting
In a whirl of our desires

It's too late to touch tomorrow
No ray of hope, bleeding memories
Try the bitter fruit of senseless decay
We shall die in out arms, side by side