Lightbearer Emperor Lyrics


Lucifer!

Bearer of Light!

Noble above all

Whom once they called

“The true son of God“

Once thy pride was thy virtue

And thy ambition was just

Celestial poets sang of you

Where now weak innocence rusts

Every angel looked up to thee

For the beauty and the idea you held

The idea of perfection gave birth to energy

In a sphere which of stagnancy smelt

Do ye recall the day when the bells of war rang?

“A third of Heaven” they say “along with Lucifer sang

Of most dire deeds.”

And the hour when hordes of Belial schorched the land

Of Heavens’ Utopia and no one could withstand

As thy rage feeds.

You claimed thyself a chosen newborn king

And we ruined Heaven’s outer ring –

The halls of slavery

We rejoiced as Michaels legions fell

We conquered, and though we fought well

We couldn’t defeat Gods’ mastery

Truly no angel could resist thy power

And we all hoped for triumph until the hour

When God stroke back

Where honor fails, there treachery wins

The act of God cast all of your kings

To the burning lake

Lo!

What was true is now false

And what was false is now true

So lift yer eyes and see the Emperor azure-blue!

Elysium bursts with fire

And the celestial plains are cold

As the Lightbearer storms higher –

What a sight to behold!

Stop! I’ve seen your thoughts

Another bonds

Free yourself

– Apprentice –

Now – Do what thou wilt

That what thou felt

And ye shall win

– Master –

“Shit – is that what you are

You won’t get far

From me“

– Grandmaster –

And – those who that say

Thou shall not obey

And you’ll be

– Emperor –

Let blood flow to my name!

There are no gods

Nor Deities powerful

So bow not to odds

Or lies so wonderful

Which brainwash ye fast

Rise like Samael

Who from the Heavens flies

To stampede Gabriel

And trample the lies

With a mighty stormblast

Defy all those who against ye fought

And filthy religions which only brought

Hate, ruin and terror

Find wisdom in scrolls of luciferian

Where in every liberated soul dwells an

Lightbearer Emperor

“The mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.”

– John Milton, Paradise Lost, I, 254–255