A dark threatening thunder roars in the bloodred sky. Where fallen angels wheep.
Trying to fly with broken wings, lost in the silence they bleed.
Dark creatures rise up from cavernous ground. While poisoned clouds come with frozen winds. They gaze at the lost angels, anguished of pain. The captives of pathetic sins.
The moon dissapears, while the sun dies.
The night is as black as the souls of the damned. In the absence of light, they beg and they cry. To a dying god of aimless creed.
A battle cry sounds, in this lost empty world. A brilliance in the chasm of fate.
In a bleak field, where all living once died. A scream sounds over the boundless dark.
A glittering blade in the massive night.
A cryptical sign of an alliance of death.
Among the shadows of the dead world.
In emptyness glows a flame of hate.
While centuries passed, a new life begon.
Created for war. With flames in their souls.
Almighty in pain. They ascend from the grave.
Of the cursed who once died. In a dark past.
While dark ages passed, a new realm arised.
The creatures of filth, became slowly pure.
The darkness fades away. While they see the light. The kingdom of the sun has finally returned.
[Dit bericht is aangepast door Black_Blasphemy (10-02-2002).]
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