Angels and Demons fill my nights
Sorrow and pleasure in endless fight
Sinners and bitches in disguise
I close my eyes and a vortex raise
Longing for a moment of dream and mist
Striking the weakness as a clenched fist
Calling the War from the farest lands
As a black prophet rising from the sands
Exiled and envied, as kings without their land
Black as the void against the blizzard we stand
Avenger destructors of vicious empires
Mourning angels coiled in unquenchable fires
"Predatori del mondo intero, adesso che mancano terre alla loro sete di
totale devastazione, vanno a frugare anche il mare: avidi se il nemico è
ricco, arroganti se povero, genti che ne' l'oriente, ne' l'occidente
possono saziare; loro soli bramano possedere con pari smania ricchezze e
miseria. Rubano, massacrano, rapinano e con falso nome, lo chiamano
impero; infine, dove fanno il deserto, lo chiamano pace."
( Tacitus, 84 e.v. )
I come within the Thunder, from above and below
I creep and I fly, from above and below
As a whirlwind of flame We shall come forth
Cleansing in fire from the south and the North
Masters on iron thrones. bringers of fear and suspiction
We are born of sideral void, we raise from your superstition
My nights are cloaked by dreams, I am the Dark Lords hand
Black as the void against the blizzard we stand
