“Shall the nocturnal ones hide no more Shall the outcast know the glory in his last day For the madman has foretold And the fools did not listen Shall the fire have no mercy Shall the thunder know no forgiveness Shall the furies be released May the wild animals be sated with your flesh”
From mud you came To mud you’ll return Be swallowed up by the same ground which bred you And when the sun will burn the creation What will remain of you in this world is only ashes the wind will blow away “The jackal is close The passage is opened From the fourth moon the clawed ones have been called Sirius’ blood is flowing to the top Like a star for a sailorman it will drive to the end lying behind my words”
Come to me! And fear my judgment! For I shall be the Archangel For I shall be the Beast!
...Exhausted aimless walkers Deaf and blind audience of a show no more written for you Sitting in a circle slowly swinging, lowly moaning Waiting for the curtain to fall Slowly you’ll soar upward Suddenly you’ll fall at my sign Then slowly you will soar again…
While you slowly rot Nothing remains in our bloody hands I see the sky and the ruin of our age We lost our realms but here we are To have revenge
The chant is driving us to the gate Two worlds will blend and merge to one We are the grace, we are the sword We are the shepherds, we are the scourgersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
