In The Flames Of Black Art Lyrics - 1996

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I can see dense hazes
Which cover me with their clouds
I can see dark clouds
Which near inevitable
It is the time to wake up the eclipse
This is the time of inevitable eclipse
Sleeping in torpid weakess
Chined to the burning lake
It will spin the sky with its shadly breath
This is the time of inevitable eclipse