× Opus Majestic ×
The pandemonium of sound
Tearing my ears apart
I hear a chorus divine
. . . Opus Majestic . . .
Where the angels fear to trespass
And the blood engulf me in a bath
Where the moonlight flies
In a sparkle of darkness
. . .Opus majestic. . .
Where the child of our kind
Run through the hills of the man
And daylight no longer rages
Over our land.

- dNa ×