Regions Of The Night Lyrics - Singles - Theatre Of Ice

By crookend moon and waining starlight 

In the blood-red thickening twilight 

I find myself upon a path bathed in gloom 

That has no end except the tomb 

With eyes cast upward I'll give no thought of hell 

But if there are gods are there not devils as well 

Hiding somewhere in the flickering screens 

That fill my mind like erotic dreams 

Forget not the legends of old 

The stories of hell that your elders have told 

For they are without a doubt all quite real 

There is a devil and your soul he will steal 

I lay my brain before the flickering screen 

And shudder as I watch the silent screams 

In the distance hear the monsters call 

They're searching now for living dolls 

I search for a place amongst the thorns to pray 

Perchance to contemplate the dying of the day 

But there no solace for me to find 

For I am nothing but ruins of a mind 

Forget not the legends of old 

The stories of hell that your elders have told 

For they are without a doubt all quite real 

There is a devil and your soul he will steal 

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