Lethal wing's shadow throw Shall smite the soul of the foe below While breath of the lucid sky Will caress my skin's conterfei Push my head in the breeze I catch the storm in my cape Thus these winds I'll seize My course for the abyss I shape I sink downwards See men flee through streets Over meneacing swords My dream circle leads Like my screaming longings Beats of my wings Til the monilith of fire will follow its growing instincts Didn't know the answers to suggestive riddles play Ye pray, caddle, cancers Feel thy flesh melting away Whenever ye find Whenever ye find to steal themselves away Whenever ye find Whenever ye find the new secret doorways Whenever ye find Whenever ye find that their plans mature Who bedide these blind ! Whenever ye find - Percutantur ! Days of carnage - taste on my lips my fatherly emotions rape Days of rampage - lava gore drips my daughtery inner strife Days of bloodshed - embering darkening special efforts shape Days of thorny bed - of inner suffering ban faults to a newborn life ! Crippled life ! Down to thy knees ! Hark, since humans memory I have stood among you In this air I am the agency Confined within astral taboo During all of your imprisonment thou art the first I have seen Who's worthy to understand that lungs feed I have been Come taste mithral sweetness that will strenghten thee Test its balances fineness feel how it became edgy Thus draw this taste for progress wield it in mortal agony In a bloodthirsty excess sacrifice times and landed property And so it will serve thee in the manner of his kind Thoughts begating heresy and this cuts all, ye blind Didn't know the answers to suggestive riddles play Ye pray, caddle, cancers Feel thy flesh melting away Whenever ye find Whenever ye find to steal themselves away Whenever ye find Whenever ye find the new secret doorways Whenever ye find Whenever ye find that their plans mature Who bedide these blind ! Whenever ye find - Percutantur ! So compliant thou tasted me This I call thy first mistake And willingly thou felt me Tis named thy second mistake ! Alas ye foolish captives whoom I dedicate my wakes I verily didn't allow thee to make three mistakes ! Sela !