Toujours Fidele

On the old gallows hill,

when the Banshee cried and the moon bled out

Time struck red on your hallowed silhouette.

A cold night’s gallows your spirit was hung

forever shall rein your heir to come.

 

On the old gallows hill,

blue sealed flames shall kiss light to their keep

and forever haunted their rest will sleep.

The inferno of hades I condemn their souls

their eternity shall burn on the bluest of coals.

 

On the old gallows hill,

the sacrifice was made.

But for now the time remains as seen

our prayers our love your grave will glean.

A timely sleep we birth your spirit

with your blood, your character was laid.

 

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