Black

Black
Enter the red lights
Cross the rivers of human bodies
All holding swords
In order to gain power
Strong where the men stood
Red where the warrior fought
Beyond the most evil empire
Faced the faces of slaughter gods

With chariots and catpults onwarding
Uplocked the steaming stones
Enriched the aligned golden throne
With circles of unholy ravens
They circled around above the sky
With black wings and red eyes
The valleys of death passed by
The feelings of pure grotesque nights
Many fought on their own
None spare the glory as us
Torment their souls with pride
Got us to win the wars
Mainstream for the elder dark ones
With only wrath of heart black
Trigger the scent of mist gray
In a pentagram covered in red
The men that once linger
Squeeze all to die forever
Evil forced to spring out
Kind none in our minds
For we have battled hard and long
Yearn for the anger within
Placed as a sculpture on stone
There was a god standing
On a mountaintop watching
For he rages with flaming passion
The legends brought novices
We taught them to fight
Fight for something that's worth it
Fight for just one's lands
Gather the spirits of the past

Convoke the demon signs
Attached with unholy water
Black prayers to wake him
Dark apostols to unbind her
For this battle will be won
Along with powers from other dimension
Evil dimension better yet
Firing the bolts of light
Striking with wrathly grill
Seen the world with vampiric thirst
Fed the trolls with human flesh
How come they not peeked?
When it was to them to be sent
Sarcastic mother North call up
Waving flames of eternity
Do not leave no those loose ends
The desserts dried by old age
Grown older to the times of greatness
Looked timeless by an age of emptiness
Felt brave by the glance of utterness
Closed out with a blaze of blood powerless
Still the red lights
Crossing rivers of human bodies
All hold the sword
With a commit of power
Strong where the men stand
Red where the warrior fight
Beyond the most evil empire
Face the face of sand god

Ancient and tired armored ones
With pale faces, chained and flat
Lost a fight that would not be
Lost a war that should not lost
Foes of The Throne Heir
Prepare for die thyselves
Cometh the ones to triumph
Rideth the facts of victory
Conquer with rage
Middle Earth call North
A race emerges
A fiend appears
Moon calls the wolves
Wich howl like winds sharp
The blood runs the rivers
And streams for survilleance
Far beyond any light
When darkness stars to fall
The body grasps the essence
Of a deadly new world
And lays inhert eternally
Burning and crying
The screams acquire life
The Christian's flesh begins to rot
In an infernal winter night
A call from the darkest deeps of hell
A whisper from the unholy lands
Makes the demon's seed germinates in my soul
And wing me to cross the skies
Two burning eyes shine in the darkness
Riding the winds
Open the mind to the immensity
There are nocturnal paths to follow

Grown older to the times of greatness
Looked timeless by an age of emptiness
Felt brave by the glance of utterness
Closed out with a blaze of blood powerless
Foolish the power of angels
With rumbling and sparky swords of ice
Their flesh smells so nice
We impale it and eat it with pride
This war has held on for ages
But time leaves its lost tracks
Tracks that go on and off
And are found by others
Who finally give birth to new wars
Along with more slaughter and murder
The man on the cross was guilty
The only to blame his'
How much blood it has to be shed?
You blame Christ
You fuc*** skunk