Scorch the world in a rain of fire, and deliver me from bondage.
For in the book of life, my name had burned through the pages, and gone.
Now the seasons are changing, as fire descends from the sky.
Before the open fields, i march the battle lines.
Standing before their savior, a vision born of night.
The flame has etched upon their shields, the name of the morning star.
For we bear witness to the dark harbinger.
We hold humanity in our dark embrace, forlorn are those who bear not the mark.
Those who speak in tongues shall hear us, the tidal wave of hell has come.
Before the final moments come, you'll stare into the eyes of the forgotten son.
The eyes of the morning star
I've waited forever to force my will upon this earth.
My shadow descends to veil the world into confusion.
The time has come to return to the throne of existence, and forever change the river of life, to death.
By the will of the god, who chose the time and furnished the place.
Who has set the stage for the bringer of death to slaughter all.
In the days that follow, the sky flees away and the bowels of wrath are overturned.
As we march in chains, the light shall always know who created and conceived the day, the one true god.
By the will of the god, who chose the time and furnished the place.
He's set the stage for the bringer of death to slaughter all.
