The Foresser Of Chaos

Until the end of the night and the scars
The lepers will fall by my arms
With their cold semblance avoiding the pain.

Spirits trespassing their blades in the air
Like the vision that brought me to there,
A confirmation that for me thee waits

The seventh portal of immortal desires,
Is oppened showing its pyre,
With a glance that blinds the sun

Bow to me, creatures of flesh,
Pray for thee,the ones in... everywhere...

He will catch us
To fight against you fools
Lepers in battle
To write the victory rolls

With fire blended with thy blood
Create the armaggedons goal
In this nightmare mask showing her eyes
The lychantropist faces his own

He will lead us
In the battle of gloryfied souls
Till the last holly bell make its rings
Making shure of what everybody knows

With fire blended with thy blood
Create the armaggedons goal
In this nightmare mask showing her eyes the lychantropist faces his - own

"after all this tears, my flesh is running out of fears"

The time of battle gone, blended with my soul, mourn what everbody knows,
He is comming to me...