Iambia – Atmosphaeria 19 lyrics

Suave days disperse to anger
Hours fall into scorn
Prudence please become my father
Hold out to all faults

Degenerate and enrage
You enrapture your senses with thrills

I cut the bond of our souls tonight
A new commotion begins

Howling echo spreads in darkness
Tears apart our vain hopes
Never know what brings the morning
As a constant night quakes

It faints like morning fading colors
The image of your's