forger of wars, the seeds of sorrow tormenting angels, their offsprings they bore they fall to earth into black waters forever bounded and cursed
Terrible illusions we wage on mankind's knowledge of abyssic visions of lucifer's sword guardian of keys, the seer of doom wisdom and fire will reign... in red skies... in red skies
from the ripping skies they fall something holy burns on the glorified hall.
waking to a dreadful dawn the twilight of this age chanting victory sworn
conquered and slain, onslaught of angels empty and rendered, they lay in pain foresight of woe, deploring remorse but evil has no disguise
calling upon, thy mighty throne our darkest lord who rests in death prepared to forge the devil's sword into your cowering god.