1. LA ORDEN MORTE

In the days of their valor. I have stirred the hearts of men
Only now can they see, that I am the withered hand of death.
None live who believe in the God that bore them.
Standing, casting my show upon the face of this world.
The eyes lit in the dark, wreathed in flame, searing the flesh of those abroad.
Carry a vision of humanity maimed, the gift of the forgiving God.
Wake up in a river of tears and lies, fed me in the bound thousand years, I arise.
In these chains cast of iron, forged by the will of the wise.
I've foreseen my rebirth, as the desolate one.
We see those who stand behind, locked gates at heavens walls.
In the brewing storm, written in blood are the gospels of the world to come.
In this moment that none but I can see, behind the walls lie the souls we seek.
Veiled in darkness, the hours pass us by.
In the brewing storm, we face death.
I'm appointed by the one who fell so long ago.
His gift was left to me and in turn I gave the souls of humanity.


2. THE DARK HARBINGER

Scorch the world in a rain of fire,
And deliver me from bondage.
For in the book of life,
My name had burned through the pages, and gone.
Now the seasons are changing, as fire descends from the sky.
Before the open fields, I march the battle lines.
Standing before their savior, a vision born of night.
The flame has etched upon their shields,
The name of the morning star.
For we bear witness to the dark harbinger.
We hold humanity in our dark embrace,
Forlorn are those who bear not the mark.
Those who speak in tongues shall hear us,
The tidal wave of hell has come.
Before the final moments come,
You'll stare into the eyes of the forgotten son.
The eyes of the morning star
I've waited forever to force my will upon this earth.
My shadow descends to veil the world into confusion.
The time has come to return to the throne of existence, and forever change the river of life, to death.
By the will of the God,
Who chose the time and furnished the place.
Who has set the stage for the bringer
Of death to slaughter all.
In the days that follow,
The sky flees away and the bowels of wrath are overturned.
As we march in chains,
The light shall always know who created
And conceived the day, the one true God.
By the will of the God, who chose the time
And furnished the place.
He's set the stage for the bringer of death to slaughter all


3. SIGHT OF 741

A clouded vision haunts the mind of those
Who stand against us, we the rebel sons of Jehovah.
The morning frost scars the flesh of my enemy,
As a sensation of fear chills to the bone.
Behold, for I've come from the fiery chasm,
To fulfill the prophecy that's foretold.
Arise, sons of the first.
The creator has given us leave to burn the earth.
I'm the bane of existence, a stain on the soul.
A plague to thee.
When the morning comes they shall die.
This illusion has burned the eyes of the children born of thee
Man was born in the image of he who dwells in the stars,
The reason for their being is only for amusement.
In time they'll come to see that we are the beginning
And also their end.
The Nile flows red as it did so long ago.
The source is found, the carrion along the riverside.
A fear cloaked in the night, bred in silence.
Weeping alone in chains, as we stand in the dark.
I stand atop the mountains preying on you,
The weak and pitiful existence of God.
And I know the plagues burning before my eyes,
As hell is reborn on this earth.
The ties are broken,
I shall never come to serve anyone but me, none higher than I
I shall never serve anyone higher than myself!


4. MALICE UNCHAINED

Born of deceit we are lost, within the eyes of immortal gods
Arise and rally our cause, and cast their souls into oblivion
Standing within the void, to cinders we burn forgotten creeds
The seers have long foretold of the malice
Unchained before the eyes of God.
Their souls have withered and dust now remains,
For those who believe in saviors and not their own death.
Their own deaths await in desolation.
The world's corners have folded down upon me,
Surrounded by shadows so that no one can see.
I've come into the night once the darkness has arrived, I've let the legions forth from the sea.
And who are we but the lies that
We've told, born of blasphemy
Beyond the holy sea, captive behind the gates.
Even as they believe they're still dying before their God
I see the weakness that lies within,
For I've deceived the likes of Judas.
Within me, I deceive their sorrow,
For I'm the one for which the faithful seek.
I was born by the will and hearts of mankind
And still the desolate one scarring the depths
Of your mind to release you.
We hear the sounds that your angels sing,
So die by your valor infused with our hate as darkness arrives
Before the last breath.
The sun will fall shrouded in mist by the night,
To hide the place of my conception.
And sifting through the sands of time,
Now we find the hour of deception.
Burned by illusions that all must create,
Weeping beneath the stars.
One by one they falter, as time fails and humanity fades.
Only now their dreams become the nightmare.
In their sleeping, dreams have gone too far in the new revelation
The world's corners have folded down upon me,
Surrounded by shadows so that none can see I've come.
Standing within the void, to cinders
We burn the forgotten creeds.
The seers have long foretold of the malice
Unchained before the eyes of God.