As the plague of sorrow caresses my soul And the wind of a thousand funerals breathes the coming of pain The solitude of blackness is so great and encompassing It eclipses the black of the moonlit sky I light the candles to burn beyond the pentagram's edge, into nothingness And the nothingness shall reap the lamentation of their now dying mass My soulless eyes see nothing but everything that is Hands of silence grace the lands of emptiness Possessed by the dark lord's conquering power The awakened visions bringing forth the end Horizon's of sunrise fade on as the stake is driven into the hearts of all faith Their visions of the proud and mighty are but mere embers and ashes of our infernal war! My legion's blade gleam from the hacking blows And its presence no longer showing steel but of blood Sneering faces of my enemies stained in the rain of red Wretched are they desiring mercy from my onslaught Weakness shall have the blood it hungers for, its own Fields of impalement and funeral pyres of rising smoke cover this weak land A testament of my never ending holocaust Once again, I stand proud igniting the candles on my altar black Now drowned in the seas of my conquered enemiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
