Watching the universe evaporate into aloof depths. As the realm of desolation unfolds itself to me. My existence now is mercurial. And my fate depends on the astral gods.
I was born in the sign of Racea. From lakes of fire I rose. Born in flames to unleash Armageddon. The powers of Hades are in my command. In this grisly night.
Chill the air, although only september. Silent the woods as in deep slumber. Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand. The glory of Rome has come to an end.
A beginning brings forth questions.. Answered are these with lie upon web.. Shiver, does the child draped in it's disgrace.. . The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth,.
I live to die. How can my father turn to a God. Who creates everything to die?. I feel deceived, rejected.... How can one pray?. All so useless, senseless, cruel....
One last look to the sky. Again my end is near. Declared 'criminal of war'. This is my final hour (Execution,. The end)... But the start of my dream. The start of my dream.
Originally performed by Mecyful Fate. . Now raise your hands and do the sign. Oh hail Satan, yes hail Satan. Lay down your swords, the evil star. . It's a black funeral.
Bravery displayed by each side. None seeked shelter, none did hide. Their faces directed towards foe. Causing wounds with every blow. . Neither then or before.
[Music & Lyrics : Aphazel]. . awakening in another realm. in a distant time and place. beyond the known world. . shricking voices calling out. to the neverending emptiness.
Assyrian Empire. Empire of Doom. Masters, masters of pain & destruction. Fighting, Killing, Slaying. Decapitating their (enemies) heads. Fighting, Slaying, Raping,.
Oh, thou enlightened lover, come roll with me. Oh my fiercest lover, come. roll with me.. . All my life I've searched for thee. The wonders you hold are pure ecstasy..
Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix). Honoured be Thy deeds. Leading our tribes against the aggressor. Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won.
The cause of the Templar's order. Was beyond religion. So brilliant their splendour. So wealthy their order. . Channelling all esoteric knowledge. Into one universal thought.
And the horn called for war!. . The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout. Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds. Left of five score are not two thousand now.
Text taken from Dante's "Inferno".. . per me si va ne la citta dolente,. per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,. per me si va tra la perduta gente.. giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore;.
Here one can hear the call of the sea. While a deadwhite moonlight. Is creating the ultimate unlight. Or at night, or at night.... O sad and beautiful night.
[Music: Aphazel / GroM - Lyrics: Aphazel]. . another perilous ride through the underworld. another fiery night in the heart of hell. . another battle against the blinding light.
Crestfallen voices from the past,. haunting me. She calls me from the land of the dead,. in twisted tongues. The bells I hear are so cold,. and so woeful.
Gaze into my broken eyes,. where laughter and sorrow collide.. Scattered are the pieces which time forgot.. See the cracked mirror walls,. emerald mist flowing down the halls..