Lure of the Flames Video (MV)

A howling wind from the northern spires
Cutting through the smoke from this blazing pyre
A desperate man, alone with his grief
His hearts strings didst death's cruel kiss cleave

Succumb to me
To the dark
My child, my child

A swirling inferno of lost hopes and prayers
Swallowed into cold, unfeeling night air
And arms of purest light reaching towards the sky
Extinguished 'fore their time, he sadly sighs

The moon's glow so pure and bright
Yet his face glows crimson in reflected spite
The passion, the fire, the vows, the lies
Saint Lucifer's toll doth require a cherished life

Succumb to me
To the dark
My child, my child

Unchained daemons and spirits of flame
Unyielding embrace of the ages old curse
Unholy torment of the damned lay claim
To this solitary soul for whom the devils sing verse

Succumb to me
To the dark
My child, my child