Mystifier (White Night City)

Born of the frozen wastes
 Peasant with an arctic gaze
 Blessed with such piety
 Blighted by the gift of prophecy
 Clairvoyant, seer beyond
 Through the wilds on and on
 Siberian lupine appetite grows as the gates fall into sight
 Dark forces rise as the scythe descends
 Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the
 White night city
 It'll be a hot time in the town tonight
 Lurker in the palace
 Holy fool, mystifier
 Mourning wind, songs of sorrow
 Our mother is bleeding
 Guide the hand that stabs hеr heart
 Holy devil, mystifier
 Sеt a place beside the throne
 Oh, sisters of the crow
 Sin be the path to salvation
 Be not afraid of damnation
 Warnings of the coming storm
 Silenced by the waters of Neva
 Infinite misery
 Crumbling of the dynasty
 Dark forces rise as the scythe descends
 Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the
 White night city
 It'll be a hot time in the town tonight
 Lurker in the palace
 Holy fool, mystifier
 Mourning wind, songs of sorrow
 Our mother is bleeding
 Guide the hand that stabs her heart
 Holy devil, mystifier
 Dark forces rise as the scythe descends
 Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the
 White night city
 It'll be a hot time in the town tonight
 Lurker in the palace
 Holy fool, mystifier
 Mourning wind, songs of sorrow
 Our mother is bleeding
 Guide the hand that stabs her heart
 Holy devil, mystifier