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Somewhere Far Beyond

Time What is Time (Revisited)

Drain of Eternity

Emerging from the shadows of The Chapel of Shadows, The Black Cross return with a second full-length album that raises the stakes — and buries the light.

Cathedral of the Fallen is a thirteen-song descent into sacred ruin, where broken faith, corrupted power, and unrepentant darkness form the foundation of a new empire. With thunderous riffs, Latin rites, demonic chants, and haunting melodies, The Black Cross build a gothic monument from ash, bone, and silence.

From the blasphemous ceremony of Sermon of Flies, to the violent rebellion of Angelbreaker, to the poisoned beauty of Queen of the Night — sung by Lilith in her sole, spellbinding appearance — this is not merely an album. It is scripture rewritten, psalms reversed, a liturgy for the lost.

Recorded like a ritual, performed like a curse, Cathedral of the Fallen stands as both sequel and reckoning. Where once there was mourning, now there is defiance. Where once there was light, now there is only the throne — hollow, ashen, and crowned by the damned.

All hail the fallen.
The Black Cross rises again.

Damnatio Memoriae

Sometimes you’ll get this feeling
that something is amiss;
it’s like your eyes are peering
into a vast abyss.

There are busy people everywhere,
and everything seems ordinary,
but suddenly you are aware
that all of this is temporary.

These are the last days...
We’re all standing on the brink.
This is our last phase...
We’re all swirling down the sink.
These are the last days...
We’re all wasting them away.
Stuck in our bad ways...
We are the agents of decay!
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh whoa

Wires, poles, buildings, and roads,
alley cats, roaches, and crows,
all crammed in this urban sprawl,
under a sky that’s about to fall.

Cars, motorcycles, trucks and trains,
bars, gas stations and fast food chains,
sucking up energy, pumping out smoke,
covering our planet in a carbon cloak.

So many stores flashing colorful signs,
with so many things that they want you to buy,
but the only thing you want is to go back inside,
and curl up in a corner, trying to hide.

So many leaders spitting out trash,
never discussing the imminent crash.
So many gadgets streaming out crap,
numbing our minds to the widening gap.

Why aren’t they paying any mind
to the coming of our end?
How can they be so deaf and blind?
It is just around the bend.

How could I possibly be mad,
when my mind’s so very clear?
Under all that saccharine coating,
I see a world consumed by fear.

These are the last days...
We’re all standing on the brink.
This is our last phase...
We’re all swirling down the sink.
These are the last days...
We’re all wasting them away.
Stuck in our bad ways...
We are the agents of decay!
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh whoa

These are the last days...
This is our last phase...
These are the last days...
Stuck in our bad ways...

Mirror Mirror (Remastered 2007)

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