The Dark Gift

Invictus Satyrian Invictus, Invictus, Where the sun does never shine, Of the witch where secret lies, Oh, Mighty Virgin of the skies, Beyond this place of rotten tears, Invictus. Looms but the horror of the shame, Invictus. Invictus, The fallen bears

We are like when they stand a cry Down the rain He asks death, but you shall rise Do this sky I plunge in and flame, Suffer every shame and blame. What ear would hear me if I cried, What could I do to stand Time the shimmery veil, To the black starts