The Black Order s Renascence the Coven pt. 4. 19
My angels of sorrow! - обращение ко всем братьям и сестрам по разуму
Deadened souls' quarry - образ, выведенный в "Patterns Of Apocalypse".
Epigraph: ...I'm the nightfall and wizard that summon thee
You're the blizzard that drape my eyes
I'm thy sorrow and vein of obscurity...
M.Veland
The funeral moonrise illumined the ridges
Above the inanimate grounds of the fall
And here nears the north storm that under our aegis
Will hurl at the earth the lethiferous squall
This time we awaited, this time we did hanker
Forgotten and lost in the mouths of decay
But now resurrecting the rage and the rancour
We call back our power and it comes to stay
As we ride again through the walls of damnation
The lightnings are piercing the sinister height
To every lamenting we bring consolation -
To all who were broken and cursed the day's light
My angels of sorrow! Don't cry the departed!
This world of the mortals you must just disdain
We trod the Dark Road when to us were imparted
The feelings of hopelessness, grievance and pain
I'm lonely like you and the gloom fills my essence
But none could withstand the great mission we chose
Tonight I declare the Black Order's Renascence
And cancel the false people's tenets and laws
We burn down the cities and worship the fires
We rule the unlimited might of the gale
Mankind is the pest and its kings are the liars
For nothing they fought, so, they're destined to fail
Hell opens the gates of the deadened souls' quarry
The ruins fall there with the cold bloody rain
Farewell, human race, its the end of your story
We start the new age for our forces to reign
Another faith soon will be born in our temple -
The faith cast of silverdust, iron and stone
And we give the oath: "No one ever will trample
The Truth. We've returned and our way will go on..."
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