Black Mass from Nomadic by Queen Golem

At the masses of the old
Where the ancient priestess shows and seeks
Her visions from a cup
While she shakes her chain of bones trying to read
The residue of boiled out coffee leaves

Yeah she knows how it all will go
And here is what she told to me
She told me that I will lose it all
And become a
A severed soul
And become a

Reading of the palm
Yeah she knows it all

She told me if I didn't change she would no longer be by my side
Then what would I do if my baby left me behind

Reading of the palm
Yeah she knows it all

What's my future miss
Can you tell me please
Where did I go wrong
Can I still fix all
What I have become
Shame on you my son
Dress my dying light

Reading of the palm
Yeah she knows it all

• Metal
• Progressive nu-metal
• Roeselare