Graal Lyrics – Succumb

Four cherubic beasts
Bridled in a wood
Arose as hosts of the air
Fire set to the palace of warriors

A divine substance held
In the precious bloody relic
Illusory phantoms and secret words
Spoken to a knave

Terrible image and old enchantment
Floating in blue
Benighted fascination
Of the pure fool
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Succumb Lyrics – Graal

Succumb

Graal