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Unholy powers, reborn from the flames of rage

The lack of wisdom are pulling the strings of all despairs

Now we shall burn in the bonfire of all the sins

Forsaken kingdom crawling to the edge

The abyss calls to punish this mediocrity

For thousand years, only ashes will remain

The gates of oblivion are open to receive

Thy blessed Darkness

In the horizon, it s possible to see the past

Like herds of shadows, beating against us

Return for glory, sowing all misery

Upon the throne you see, images of ancient icons,

Dimensions of the minds which die in slavery

There s a voice inside, there s a thorn within

And there s no sickness that has not been released

There s a distant being, pronouncing the entire race

And there s a judgment, extracting the souls from the flesh

their dead souls trapped in a glass

among the rotten corpses of the fallen

rebellions of shadows, show us the gate

where the end of eternity is to come