Warriors Of The Darkest Empire

Warriors Of The Darkest Empire

On the horizon six warriors travel in a ship
Warriors of the dark empire that escape from the Christian hate
They navigate without direction toward an evening of glory
Only one symbol makes them feel its greatness
The star of the baphomet

This splendour made me its servant
Burning the arrival of the hidden one
Tramping the Catholic writings
Beyond an ephemeral sky

The light refuses its credo
For that they know that the clarity is fallacy
As fallacy it is the stupid prophecy
That some day a saviour will come

In their armours there are incrusted wounds of hate
And their swords have spilled blood unfaithful
Only one symbol makes them feel its greatness
The star of the baphomet

My pride will be my weapon in the battle against the faith

Is a long way to keep the horizon in our hearts?
And still burn the hollow in my vanity
The Pain will be better for those who reveal
The dragon passion in me

But, Oh! My fate of splendour is abusing of my restless crime
A superior coil of warriors embraced the whole sun
And god's face was sprinkled by his blood

Transcending always in moving we exist
Neverending is the bleeding of the lambs for him

One day the world will recognize that many points of view exist
And that the believers in saviours are harvesting false hopes for anything
When the age of the hidden born
And all the gardens are full with colourless flowers
Then the sacrifice won't be the same one
For that will have died reaching the victory

This splendour made me its servant
Burning the arrival of the hidden one
Tramping the Catholic writings
But there of an ephemeral sky