Sons Of Hades

LETRA

Sons Of Hades

Bleak prudence, bleaker grace
Amidst from these venomish losses
Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses
We have grasped we have honored
Though we seduce envied secrets
Apart we breath the true
Sons of Hades

So, we inherit this flock
And it's stone cold desire
Winged lashes a'blazed
And sat these fragments a'fire
Then erased the true

Sons of Hades
We had one soul
Who, while it was ours
In it's duty and obedience gave us this
Now gather and surmise, see it's face now beautified

Our laughters was spoken for
The eagles went away
And the goddess of thorns
Was our prudent flame
Fearless we deny the sweet Shepard's love
And his buried heart
As (well as) the shade of his forsaken father
And his pale senses