A Tortured Soul - Mourning Son
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Mourning
Angel of light you are the morning sun
Forgive the light the souls of everyone
I call your name in this darkest hell

Mourning
A son is crying at his fathers grave
Pray for the souls of one he could not save
Lest god forever breed the winds of time

Mourning
Two lovers consumate the morning tide
Ten thousand children cold are left to die
Release the fire of my fathers blood

Burning
Black sun will rise upon forgotten sky
Too many warrior souls are left to die
Let war grow cold upon this face of death

Angel of hell take this soul made of fire
And leave my salvation to fate
Lost in the cold now I give back your soul
And leave my damnation for the weak

Rise from the ashes, let fire be your guide
To rise from the valley´s below
Great are the legions that follow the flame
To drink from the black angels robe

Falling down from heaven
On wings that seal your fate
Burn in hell forever now
Forever in your grave
Flames that bind my soul to fire
The angel could not die
Burn in hell forever now
Together in our grave

Angel of hell take this soul made of fire
And leave my salvation to fate
Lost in the cold now I give back your soul
And leave my damnation for the weak

Rise from the ashes, let fire be your guide
To rise from the valley´s below
Great are the legions that follow the flame
To drink from the black angels robe