grew up wild, good love he never had He had a left like Henry's hammer A right like Betty Bamalam Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread And all them
the sea turning blavk the sky and the light creature of the night - hear them cry As the wolwes howls to the night the ruins glow in the dark I sailed
And tame it with a lullaby Darkness falls upon thy face All figments of the human race It is as if I've always known For none but them the overthrown
From his darkest desires From hate caused by his suffering From his horde of faithfuls in trance From his thirst of blood and death Will be born a storm
shadow of my dark consort Shalt extend himself Across the face of the world And hell will come with him Part of the garden, her dark Eden Fed blood
slain with no remorse. Angel's blood soon covered the ground, One thirteen was attacking from behind. I strike upon them with all my hate, Soon they
celestial kingdom set the vault of heaven, into flames war!!! set the legions free, open wide your gates let them strike the earth, with your wrathful hate
seek the Evil One. As my failed predecessor I would find my foe on the highest mountain, upon a throne of bones. My goal was now clear, and the Dark Lord
stolen. A dark formation in the skies. Unites the powers in her eyes. Her soul's inhaling all the living light. Bringing on the dark, eternal night.
I believe in the spirits of my ancestors, ...blackness is the only colour of my garments, because I made the alliance with darkness for this war. I hate, and hate
the throne of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold To the throne of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold Throw the first key into the sea of hate Throw
is the choice! This is the point of no return! Christine The tears I might have shed For your dark fate Grow cold and turn to tears of Hate! Raoul
wit a charm As I speak from the throne in my temple My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level Devils in the mist, hate we exist Clique form
fates... Taught them almost all I knew and now, the best, the primus Number Nine of eleven little littermates, feeling almighty, is after my throne.
The crown, my deeds Like a burden does it seem I stand all alone In a dark and empty dream Such is the bitter taste Of the blarney outta hell There was
(Pretenders to the throne) Kneel before him, appalling wretched demon king. Praise be to us, his children, spawns of evil's reckoning. Doomed from inception
point of no return! CHRISTINE (to the PHANTOM) The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold, and turn to tears of hate . . . RAOUL (despairing
Taught them almost all I knew and now, the best, the primus Number Nine of eleven little littermates, feeling almighty, is after my throne. 0:53 In
