Messengers Of Vengeance the Coven part 3

     The Coven part: 3 - возвращение к излюбленной тематике сборища сильных мира сего. На этот раз Шабаш
призван воздать -поганым- за осквернение священной земли. Половину - предать мечу и кинжалу,остальных - изничтожить яростью стихии. Пройти сквозь ад, сквозь скорбь, огонь и ядовитое море, чтобы встретиться на янтарном пирсе у золотых берегов Пантеона.

              Messengers Of Vengeance
                08.06.05.

Leaving the paths of the graveyard behind us
We rise again underneath the Lord's frown
Tremble, all you who abused and maligned us!
Your loathsome world's to be cursed and burnt down!

Too many tears wept, and no condescension
You'll get from us at the CLOSE of your days
Our power comes from the stygian dimension
Dressed in black haze with the fiend's grinning face

This night we'll revel in wrath and derangement
Slaying the baseness that still climbs and crawls,
Finish the rites of despair and avengement
And lift high up on the wings of the owls

Brothers, we're free! Taste the blood from your whingers
And let your fury extinguish the light!
We go our way and the devilish singers
Fill the dense gloom with the sable delight

Rule in the timelessness! Change your appearance!
We are no longer the lost sullen men!
Ride the wild wind and God damn the forbearance!
HATE gave us strength not to hide what we can

Since the ice sources of Hades replenished
Our faded hearts, we do know our true worth
We're like the shades. Love is dead. Hope has vanished
But the obscure might of Doom leads us forth

And soon we'll carry the dominant anguish
For the wretched lives in the chaos entwined
Silence will fall and the flowers will languish
On the small mound by the crypt of mankind

But now we're here where the tragedy's range ends
And the ghosts dance o'er the vapory brae
What are our values? The Skill and the Vengeance.
And our eternity's grievous for aye...

Out of the frailty we make a deletion
Spelling the elements we have no rest
And e'en the evil ones envy our mission
When we emerge at the thundercloud's crest...

Sad is our past. It has none to remember
We quit this land for the dark poison sea
And the Gold Shore with the berth cast of amber
Is what our enemies never will see