The Pagan Swords of Legend

Slaying souls, danse macabre
 >From within and still unscarred
 I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death
 And all around fore none as demon shall be found
 Out beneath the azrael
 Tolling raven of the knell
 And to my dark angel
 Whose form too vast to comprehend
 As demons rise and re-ascend
 Here is were evenings serenades
 Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves
 For my words are without sound
 Far beyond and well renown
 Centuries of dusk in time
 Bleeding shadows of thy shrine
 Within, thy darkness frey born of kaos in decay
 Reaping shadows unto thee
 A gracious death for all to see
 As infinite avails
 The human race that never fails
 Played upon thy calming heart
 Eyes of terror bleeding hard
 That I doth control thee
 Leading southward to the key
 Hanging from the brances frail
 Queen of darkness to unveil
 Where whispers charm thy emptiness
 And pierce thy tenous membrane
 That striketh through my anguished heart
 And tainted skys, where once demons remained
 As the silent darkness breeding
 Winters hate in silouettic sky
 Stained with blood of an ancient slumber
 With such a passionate melancholy
 Of ages past and times to come
 Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues
 And spirits chanting satans hail
 As darkness falls unto thy veil
 Between in death thy black spirit
 >From thy pain we shall commit
 Sleeping shadows demons fray
 From beyond in massacre's pain
 Fore thou art draped in sin
 Amidst the shadows I have been
 And seek the silent sentinel
 On battlefields where they fell
 Desire rekindles thee
 Nearer than infinite
 The dying scent of fragrant death
 Fore spell of winter I possess
 That I might dream thy pain
 Invoke to tee like dragons slain
 A lullaby like song of grave
 Caressing shadows, demons slave
 Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow
 Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright
 Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight
 Thou canst not flee, mine shalt thou be
 Of all enchantment
 Thou shalt a goddess be