In the dead of a blackened night, a fire’s burning 7 wicked strikes of a blinding thunder sent from these skies above The rain is pouring violently on the chapel’s white walls And through the howling wind all could hear the whispers of sins… A spell was casted as the Horacle yell his incantation And a wicked smile on his face Announced the demise of holy forces A blackened maiden then arised From ashes and evil flames These words were spoken to tell of a future when darkness will prevail… and then the sky turns black, the thunder sounds so loud… The hurricane rages on the land, the lightnings strikes down… shoot from the sky, hitting the ground, shoot from the sky, burning the town shoot from the sky, spreading Terror, gleaming in the night Blazing the fields.
Setting the land on fire, the church was reduced to ashes, only the Black Virgin could escape this desaster from the infernal flames.
And every time her silouhette appears, disasters it will bring Nothingness and suffering will be thy name supreme Amidst the myst and the flashing lightning… Her whispers you could hear: « I am the bride of the lord below, My son will rule your world forever! »
Conjuring the unholy one,our world is to be doomed As many tried to fight and stand, but their lives soon turned to dust Tears of blood were running down the maiden’s black cheeks Hear my words, I forsee these visions …through the eyes of the Horacle!
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