Behelit Songtext
von Fourth Dominion

I was born
From a corpse on a dying tree
I don′t know
Why I'm disposed to tragedy

The Hawks condemn
I′m one of them, they protect me
I must leave
To conceive the dream I see

The demons storm my nights
They cloud any hope of paradise
I cut down the horrors in my sight
I will make my own sun rise


I do not cling
But still I sing with compassion
I do not heed
When behelits bleed of ambition

The demons storm my nights
They cloud any hope of paradise
I cut down the horrors in my sight
I will make my own sun rise

Now here I stand
With sword in hand to protect her
The only ray
I will slay what may inter

The demons storm my nights
They cloud any hope of paradise
I cut down the horrors in my sight
I will make my own sun rise
Writhing creatures form and subdivide
The external dark is not inside