Behold the troops have gathered From the realms of shadows The cries of war declare a diatribe Breathing madness of the black Midnight dreams These deathwished leagioners are marching forth
And a mourning veil fell across the fields Where light once kissed the ground Now grows the wine of thorns
Blades were raised towards The shrine that they despise At dusk will be revealed What real dark is like
North wind is waving the flags Bearing the mark of the monarchy Time has come for confortation Bright is the kingdom of light Abhorent is its luminosity With a curse these shadows bless this sight
Beneath a soothy mist the divine glow eclipsed The gates were crumbling as the holy Flame was extinct
The scene is running rampart A Theater of brutal ravaging Unknown is the sense of purity Nocturnal celebration
She found her widing, this virgin icon of innocence Kneeled to beg for mercy, in vain Tore down her holy gown, laid her on the frostly ground The feast of flesh had just begun
Casting weak white spells of light Was no good for defence One by one they vanished Trough the spirals of oblivion The plan of redvision proceeds And the hunger for dominance grows
The wicked ways of darkness lead To the joys of eternal woe
Torn down his feeble idols The principles of weak inquisitors For they know not the ferals Kept within the untold secretsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.