Inspired by cold, dead ruins of homes
That stands beyond the gaze of man
Where sculptures of mist, lurk in the twilight
Reflecting the secrets of the ancient ones

Death so pure in our hollowed armors
Hate incarnate
As dusk of an era is at hand
We stand dead in midst of life

Defending emptiness is
The grand preparation for wonder of new life
Teach me well, spirits of my past
These dreamy gardens were your home, and thus forever mine

In silent winters the demons whisper
Through their madness elegies of dusk
Revealing sorrows, reflecting hate
As the wolves howl for the winter moon

We are only the beginning
The Messengers of things to come
Fiery blaze in holes of the helmets
Withstand the death and conquer life – again!

Rusted armors, rusted shields,
We're the Defenders of the Armageddon
Writers of satanic epitaph upon the grave of man.

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