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The day, that winds know

The hour, that spirits roam

I will rise from the exile

Getting in the trouble word parable

Under the banners of my armys

Drown by strength of darkness

In the grey steel shrouds

I look through by the eyes of hundreds...

I will lead the legions

(and nothing will baffle)

I will burn the icons utterly

Crucify the youth on ganchs

And to burn the aged in fires

From the clouds of crimson smoke

From the stench of rotten (putrefied) flesh

I will rise the first one

I am the child of insane night

Instinct with the dark energy

I'm the father of midnight armys

I am mad man and creator

Renegate of heaven palace

I will be with every flesh

That will fall into the glorify gehenna

To my father of the dark flame

To the arrogant dragon of the grief

Let it be satisfied with victim

It will quench the thirst with scarlet blood

And when time will come

He will rise his centuries

Thousands centuries of abyss' beasts

Black abyss legions