Silently swept on swan wings black with ash, crossing the night in a whisper a figure hooded in darkness beholds the World again . He has come. He remembers this paths and this roads, as they were trodden upon by Nephilim ... He remembers Enoch ... forgotten pupil, admired disciple of His Qabbala and His Fire ... Again in Nod, Israfil. Caressing the thin air with a hand, the ancient beauty smells like embers as He effortlessly glides over a paved street . Towards betrayal. Unfathomable eyes, seemingly guided by a starlit sky, ignited those same stars by themselves, instead, so long ago that this voyager still marvels, at times, at what He did. Far away in dimensions, Judgement had been promised, He recalls ... Through years and centuries and ages, Retribution had been forecast, He recalls ... But when ? Time ceases for the nameless, An armor of rings anointed with pitch for repentance has no meaning . A drape of sparks and shadow He Who Cares Not neglects the time Feathers falling [forever] around a [clueless] sad spirit . of those named among the dead . The scythe-sword the Pharaos so admired . Silently swept on swan wings tipped in red, crossing the night in a whisper a forlorn darkness abandons this World again . Still a few remember, and chant ... 'Whose name is Fire, Thee I call Ignitor of the Stars, Thee I call Flame of the Universe, Thee I call Judgement of Titans, Thee I call Flood Over Giants, Thee I call Donjon of the Faeries, Thee I call Pitiless Foe, Thee I call He Who Watches over Thunder and Terror, Thee I call Guardian of Sheol, Thee I call Angel of the Abyss, Thee I call Betrayed One, Thee I call Interpreter of Prophecies, Thee I call Opener of Ways, Thee I call Israfil of the North, Thee I call Uriel, Dread Uriel, Dark Uriel who dwells in Darkness Uriel, Dread Uriel, Dark Uriel, Thee I call ...' Lyrics by Silvio