Blackheim's Hunt For Nocturnal Grace-Diabolical Masquerade

Soaked in Darkest Lights Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave In the Deepest of His Inner A World of Immortal Arts As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit He still Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams His Wings was Covered by Snow Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew By the riddle and Wisdom A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace Souls were Heading towards Death Death was Heading towards Life Life was in the Coffin of the Crypts The Crypts of Blackheim - The Only One The Mercy is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward No Time to Dread by as we shall be Unborn With Thirst for the Blood of the Sacred One Three Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh Amongst the Wolves He's the Kingly Beast A Hunt in the Forest of Elder's Dark Myths "...A Dominion for Blackheim...No Mortals to Enter...No Enter.." The Lightning in the Skies The Sign of his Elder Past