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Hell is here, where storms are drawing near

We are black moths, separated from the core

Chased away into the night, to the farthest shore

Where storms rip our wings apart

We circle around the flame

Holding on to the light of hell that glows for us

In our name, of pain and betrayal

This is our home, on the farthest shore

Where the bells toll fear

We are the black moths

Circling around the flame

The distant lighthouse in the raging storm

The glow of the safe harbour we will never reach

Like a compass without the North, we are lost

Ever changing course from home, forever lost

For our sins we are cursed to stay here

For all the wings we left behind

Burned and broken

Now the ones to hold the blackest ones

On our backs they keep us alive in this world of the dead

But not to be remembered, only in all evil

We are the black moths

Circling around the flame

For a thousand years of suffering

A price from the life we left behind

Thrown into the loneliness of this last shore

From the life all promises, into the abyss of souls parted

We are the black moths

Separated from the core

Chased away into the night, to the farthest shore

Where storms rip our wings apart

And the calm is only to remind us of our black hearts

The one that beats no more, won’t hurt anyone, evermore

Now I am finally home where I belong

Flying into the flame of hell every night

Just before the sunrise to burn to ashes

Just to form again for a new night of suffering

To remain what I was, the evil, again and again

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