Pallid it hangs. In awe of amusement. Litany swarm. Bleak I say are the crutches of the assembly. And flies cling to it. More so ever the fingers to animate.
A new sound heard throughout the land. From which the spirits had left ages ago. Sacrifice and honour replaced by betrayal and usurpers. A trail of sweat and blood, a gathering to the pagan.
Navigation by the fires of the dead world. Towards the shores of Reogenesis. . Navigation by the fires of dead worlds. Towards the shores of Reogenesis.
Equinox is at hand. The gates are now aligned. Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign. The temperature is dropping down. Our breath seems now like smoke.
Oh, who is raised by the sword can't be beaten. Who is toughened by the fire can't be burned. Awaited by immortality. Are the ones sacrificing their lives.
Langt... der borte i mørket. Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver. Langt... der borte i all tåke. Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river. . På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser.
Langt... der borte i mørket. Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver. Langt... der borte i all tåke. Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river. . På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser.
You tell yourself that you've been had. 'Cause even dead you still seem sad. . Robbed of your peace of mind. Letting the cares of this. World take control.
Cunning, Baffling, Powerful. Been beaten to a pulp. Vigorous, Irresistable. Sick and tired and laid low. Dominating, Invisible. Black-out, loss of control.
When the yellow dies under the velvet thoughts. Blood-bubbles nestled in thorns. . I have travelled through suns,. And the darkness of the end. Now I surrender to the void.
Born into a fatal illness. Ascension unto a graceless sphere. Yet the chain forged in sulphurfires. Emerges with them through labias lair. The stench, the curse, the sacrilige divine.
The wind came down from mountain cold. And like a tide it roared and rolled. The branches groaned, the forest moaned. And leaves were laid upon the mould.
The hearse awaits to drive you to hell. the coffin opens, you're dead on the table. I prepare the peices for burial. brain removed as I stick in the needle.
Will you suffer? I think it's time. A weapon of god, the sins of the dying. Keeper of the souls, more hate than love. Death by the sword, the fury of Hell.
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The queen sent out a message,. she heard about the ring. With powers that no man,. that no man would dare to face. The warrior headed north,. riding through the night alone.
Thundering down over valleys and hills. Onward they ride, always side by side. The legend tells about the templars,. The mighty men, who walk in the shadows.
Now the sky opens up before my eyes. The vision blinds me. On the bolts of fire cast upon the earth. Out, out of the void the riders come. Through hail and flashes.
Called out to load the ships. They are sailing at dawn. With hundred men at their side. Flames from a distance. Lighting up the sky. And the warriors will rise.
Baptized with a perfect name. The doubting one by heart. Alone without himself. . War between him and the day. Need someone to blame. In the end, little he can do alone.