The Scourge

Asleep a thousand years, the guardian of the gate
Awaiting in darkness, for the fugue to wake
Angel of Salvation, turned slaughterer of souls
Feeding on raptures, indisputable force

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge
Uriel of the Principalities
Prepare for the coming of the Scourge
Merciless, Flame of God!

Intent is genocide, eradicate Seerkind
End of all raptures, beneath his merciless fire
Never can they hide, when he starts to seek
Angel or Seraph, their executioner

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge
Uriel of the Principalities
Prepare for the coming of the Scourge
Merciless, Flame of God!

I SEE YOU!
I SMELL YOU!
MY GIFT IS...
EMPTINESS!

Suddenly the Scourge wakes
from it's treacherous throne of sand
The wail of an infernal widow,
the Scourge is ready to take his prize
Indisputable sound of death
laid in hiding for a thousand years
He gazes at the void
ashes of Seerkind is all in his mind!

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge
Uriel of the Principalities
Prepare for the coming of the Scourge
Merciless, Flame of God!