Fire and ashes were condensed
from darkness and it's spirit
when last cry was resounded
time was right death to born
sky of hell was raining carbon
when majesty came back
from cold planes of depth
to punish his heretic nation
... time was right death to born
Exordium with monarch of pain
dead soul exudes like a flame
Demorior for mercy of death
that infection will extend
your flesh I prepare to rite
for dark winds of hell
ritual dissected deceased
crucifix turns to fall
Sacerdas which god has forsaken
join in shine of Angel Prince
becomes to blaspheme again
'till the children of hate will born
I'm the way, truth and life
wells worth from thousands of souls
the mass where death reincarnates
is consecrated in silence of graves |
