The second of the first, ascended As a nova to the morning star Betrayed by the kiss of 30 silver Seraphim, To assume command of the torn and Tattered, The luster of Pandemonium faded A third of the fallen come to profound Enlightenment To acknowledge the frailty of the Argument, To be nothing to none, Lords of the Void. Reign in the lifeless euphoric aether Freedom from the Hypocrisy, this Eternal struggle The second of the first gazes upon his Murder of crows, This infernal horde gathered in Pandemonium's shadow To retrace aeons of angelic holocaust, Those that remain, patiently wait Well versed in the tongue of silence. His words, like knives, vomited forth Upon the sulfuric atmosphere. Ended by the Joy of Self-Sacrifice Sons of fire, our timeless campaign is For not. We have treaded the path of revenge, For nothing. This war is for not, our bloodshed in Vain Cast Down your spears Break your shields Remove your horns Tear your wings For we are servants no longerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
