For thine is Life is For thine is demise No... No... Tempestuous souls In everlasting prayers Rest in peace Rest in peace Fractured tombs And catacombs
Desecrated Sealed death Walking corpses Reapers of Gomorrah Calling from the East Savoring sweet sermons Satan's feast Fragrant, foul, alluring Lurking
Eerie calling In the pale moonlight Carrying darts of death with Hades at his side Wretched conquest A rogue's delight Stealing dawn's first kiss, craven
Ballads of death In killing fields A new age of fear A life of kings Forgotten ones Concealed in shadows The piercing wails Of human flesh Wraiths ...
In the path of good fortune Yet another leads astray In the midst of abundance Woeful songs sung in vain On a hill fervid cavalier Spills no blood upon
Dreadful visions Of seas turning black Silent conquests masked In mortal white Rolling thunder Mountains of brass Marching one by one To steal the light
Wistful temptress Scarlet-clad and decked in gold Baneful muse Fallen whore Moaning siren Drunken with the blood of saints Reign of vice Nevermore Within
I drown in ashes As demons thrive Unsightly faces behind the mask Sweet embers hide my dying eyes The smell of amber And weary lies Evoke the ages Of
Hordes of rings bear demons of despair Hungry bellows brought by gales Vigils of the night remember well Fear-flung shadows of a lie Herald of War Exiled
Fire...I hold the mythic flame within my palm Fire...Wildly dancing in the still of night This dream that fades before it soars A frozen lake of blood
The secrets of cities fade The wail of cretins cease Enveloped by waves of shadows As armies of locusts charge Devouring our hell Fateful days lay twisted
No cypress shades the grave But gentle violets weep with dew Weave on war-torn bones Buried nameless in eternal sands [Chorus:] Sound no trumpet of mourn
Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn Legions daringly soar over moors Well-turned horns, dust of stars at their feet Unafraid brothers of empire's fight
bibunt omnes sine meta. quamvis bibant mente leta, sic nos rodunt omnes gentes et sic erimus Sentries of Fisterra wake Gallant masses stir Thy kingly
A gentle rustling assents to gusts of fury south and west Foretelling of the nearing guest of rapture and of doom forlorn Behold the streams, the undesired
Swelling pyres sway restlessly From bleak to pale adorn the weald Its wild reflection wondrous A danse macabre in glass Glimpse of festive silhouettes
Fearless fury battered and torn Hoist thy head to the turbulent clouds in the sky Where banshees play with solemn chord Ballads to beckon the end But
Condemned to walk the earth alone First a shadow then a sorrow The bitter solace friend and foe Baneful tongues and solemn lore Strokes of death to guide
