Oriens Astrum
War in heaven cuts the soul
The Son Of Morning walks alone
The Prince Of This World tempts the soul
To cast aside all faiths in gods unknown
So, I stalk where death hides to find truth
He is the death seeker
And I am of him
Casted out from God's light
A rebel angel in the night
And I am of him
Knowledge in his hand a flame
Transcending all below in mind and grace
He drove the hordes of Christ insane
They curse his name but have never felt his pain
So I stalk where death hides to find you
He is the death seeker
And I am of him
Casted out from God's light
A rebel angel in the night
And I am of him
We're opening veils in this smoke-laden room
We invoke your heart
And through candlelight haze your essence looms
We invoke your heart
