Songtexte:
Gift Hours Of Darkness

: Rush with fury and flame in the darkest night Rent the sky with your pure, preternatural light You would come to deliver your sacred gift Leave us

: Bethor - My dreams thou infest, thy magick enchants my blade, my sword from the black meteor at the drakest hour of night. Take my gifts! Bethor -

dark lords? I don't know That's so weird And then the eleventh day Pipers piping Pipers piping? These are, by far, the strangest gifts I have ever received

seen those twisted lies Thrown back into my face I've heard the crazy dark rooms Of the human race, I must be alone How could it be? Your gift to me You're gift

dreams Alone with the dead, rebirth of an ongoing fear It's now the time to begin your fate, when darkness falls, You will obey The gift of evil has

Mellifluous lily white The gift that's yours my breath of life Just like the night needs the daylight to survive You are the strength of my mind And gladden

Rush with fury and flame in the darkest night Rent the sky with your pure, preternatural light You would come to deliver your sacred gift Leave us not

Now the time has come to face, my untold fears Every waking hour, drained me through the years So that I'm not one with myself my strength, my gift

on the boulevard between the broken bricks It's hard to tell a gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits Sleep walk through my days and mark the hours until these dark