The Unborn

The Ungod´s throne will be
located among the deads

Death legions will be gathered
to cause the end of times
Holy places will burn under the wings
of the eternal frozen flames
Proclaming the final victory

He shall arise the Unborn, the Ungod
In his hands he has the hidden keys
that will open the gates

And that night has come, was born
Encircled in darkness and cold
The wrath of the fallen will be spread
We´ll proclaim the beginning of
a dark new age

Where the day will stay faded