Storm Birds Descent

The path of illumination is paved with danger
The smell of holiness attracts evil wings

Demons of the skies descend!

Eyes injected with blood
Black magic to mislead
To corrupt and guide toward the dark side

Opposed to the light
Their nails excavate into the conscience
To pursue devilish objectives
Endow me with your black power

Let the ghost of pride possess you
From the depths of your mind
The rightful bliss, a pale recollеction
Now my gloomy wings take me higher