the claws of the heathens befoul Overshadows the brightest star Desolation is the wielder of might [TORMENTATION] In a shower of gold we fall With an
With, shadows at one, by the Wolfsbane bloom This grim season Autumn come, Melancholia strangled. Once fertile soils, Captive in the Deities web. A new
mind must focus on the enemy. My weapon gleams in the melancholy light. The horizons emit a brimstone glow. It lights the Dark Cold Night. Riders clad in black with
nature, Domineering hordes have plundered, This futile plain known as paradise Infernus you speak as the oracle, Lurid desecration's smother their torches gleam. Purification with
Horrific in its majesty, Athwart the temples of earth, "How mighty shall you stand ?" long after the screams have died. Misery hold high its steel, Quenched
rose from its Sabbatical ruin, Blind to the sight of cruciform, Devoid of life and soul forevermore, The Darkling lord is with thee We drink with the
With cloak and fire our new sorcerer Breathed forth, the many faced spirit Lunged from the altar. A dominion under Eternity's reign. Deep waters of Magon swell With
There after the fallen praise, it faded with the final sunset Christ your wounds burn deep, With each dying faith, The strong Will cleanse its earthly
