Funeral song

The funeral of your infinite slopes nomadic cosmo. Wet hair. Violent laughter. And the foot in the grave of sand, leaves trail of fire. Valkyrie and night siren. Profane metal wings. The universe will collapse and you'll be one. The muse of Antares. Spell of your tongue, sublime spell of a witch. Burnt hair. The litany of your race is waiting for me. As a servant of the Redeemer. As a wolf. As a tyrant in your name. And you, surrounded by dark mysteries lift your spirit.