Dark wings of night sit around in silence like, an invisible curtain of depression. Black thoughts make the evil live devil's soul accepts thoughts of the dark lord. Here rise the sons of shadows their strides, bring a smile of death they fall into an abyss can only save you where just, the eternity of time is in. Rustle of wings cuts the darkness, like a sharp knife cuts a throat of innocent. Moonlight, in a quiet symphony of night touches tombstones of ancient and strengthens the atmosphere of the last memories of life. Forgotten moments open new dimensions of knowledge mysterious, wonderful discredited by cursing. Rustle of wings cuts the darkness, like a sharp knife cuts a throat of innocent. Moonlight, in a quiet symphony of night touches tombstones of ancient and strengthens the atmosphere of the last memories of life.