Blackheims Hunt For Nocturnal Grace

<br>Soaked in Darkest Lights<br>Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave<br>In the Deepest of His Inner<br>A World of Immortal Arts<br><br>As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit<br>He still Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams<br><br>His Wings was Covered by Snow<br>Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew<br>By the riddle and Wisdom<br>A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace<br><br>Souls were Heading towards Death<br>Death was Heading towards Life<br>Life was in the Coffin of the Crypts<br>The Crypts of Blackheim - The Only One<br><br>The Mercy is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward<br>No Time to Dread by as we shall be Unborn<br><br>With Thirst for the Blood of the Sacred One<br>Three Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh<br>Amongst the Wolves He`s the Kingly Beast<br>A Hunt in the Forest of Elder`s Dark Myths<br><br>"...A Dominion for Blackheim... No Mortals to Enter... No Enter.."<br><br>The Lightning in the Skies<br>The Sign of his Elder Past