Invocations tears out The gates of world Constellations loosing His primal force
Ancient structures have transformed In the new form Strength becomes a weakness Imprisoned race drown in lies Of his own minds Hate becomes a sickness
Walking through A cold mist of penumbra I had a dream That my time is finally come
Pulsing rhythm of awakening rises my anger Flames start's to grow higher Strong vibrations of ether reveals a truth Dawn of a lunar cycle – rise of the fire god
War has coming Brought new order In the name of Your true father
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