Flight of Lucifer

Calm air dances on my golden skin Black mountains smiling at me Elitist solitude fills my lungs As I dive into the valley The faint sound of the crackling skulls My road of disease and famine This land, this sky, my creation Wilted fruits and crippled souls I leave them to fly again I rise higher eclipsing the sun And shining brighter than him This land, this sky, my creation You, my reflections in these islands I glow through you in victory Unholy winds of great torment Around me, around me I am the star which shines in the sky Which burns its mark on you