The Return Of The Black Flames

Across the time
We've spilled blood
Impulsed by hate
awating for revenge,
drowning the lie
forever burns the fire,
We'll drink that triumph
and we'll raise our souls.

The true world is not for the weaks
the dunes will surround then
destructive cyclone!
blaspheme damnation!

Eternal pride of brave spirit
brandinshing our swords with strenght
like a giant monster
killing without mercy.

Out of pain
i'ts awakeing of death,
now all have to be black,
changing our power and our wings.