Burning the leftovers of black times
 

The rules were made before mankind polluted the earth
We have reached the time to raise the swords and defence this domain
Once the darkness came with blithering beasts who brought the cross
Never forgiven, never forgotten. The purity so lost.

Dark wastlands we have been
Where eternal fires burn
Never forsaken
Never forgotten

Dark forests we went trough
Under the wandering moon
Lost landscapes never known
The ones who burnt this, never forgiven

The ancient rites still left in memories
Dark visions of magical bloodshed
Pagan dreams of blackness and purity
We once walked the path to eternity

Fear and wonder, still left in memories
Dark visions of death and supremacy
Pagan dreams of might and insanity
Once we left the path to eternity

The rules were made before mankind polluted the earth
We have reached the time to raise the swords and defence this domain
Once the darkness came with blithering beasts who brought the cross
Never forgiven, never forgotten. The purity so lost.

Let us worship the mighty spirits who created the oldest and only true laws
Let us turn into a magical path and follow these natural force inside ours
Let us unite and spit on the beasts who brought the cross
Let us gather and burn the leftovers of black times

Visions of the lost
Dark ages, nations of dead
Empires of feebles and beasts
Visions of the damned

Following the flame
Creatures with the purest blood
Dark masses of living souls dead
Dark ages, the path we left

Most beautiful nights, still left in memories
Lost kingdom of supremacy
New arisen from death and insanity
Leftovers burnt and purged..

Most shiny days, still left in memories
Lost kingdom of supremacy
New arisen from ash and gore
The gate to eternity opened

The rules were made before mankind polluted the earth
We have reached the time to raise the swords and defence this domain
Once the darkness came with blithering beasts who brought the cross
Never forgiven, never forgotten. The purity so lost.

Let us worship the mighty spirits who created the oldest and only true laws
Let us turn into a magical path and follow these natural force inside ours
Let us unite and spit on the beasts who brought the cross
Let us gather and burn the leftovers of black times

zeer trui :p


Mag ik dees ook es screamen? :p :D

<b> "most beautiful nights, still left in memories" </b>


erg lang geleden :confused:

;)

ik kan het alleen maar aanmoedigen..

keep up the good work..:)

Dus wat doe je dan? Honden heel hard aan hun staart trekken? Of loop je met een speer over straat? :rolleyes:

PS Ik waardeer je poetische werk best wel hoor :D

Neej ik hou best wel van honden :)

En een bijl staat beter :)





Infernal thanks :)

Kvoel enig woede die je had tijdens het schrijven?

kan kloppen :)

tzja..