1. Wrath

Through aeons of wait,
Dwelling in pain and sorrow,
But the sorrow became wrath,
And wrath is what I am.

Lost in oblivion day by day,
The murderers of the art of lies,
I am bethroted in the name of Ra,
in my right eye the northern star.

Innocense is fading,
In this black macabre world.

In this black macabre world.

In the nightshade storm,
Infernal flames consumes my heart,
Thou shall not serve the father of lies.

Thou shall stand in hellbound prowes,
We are the rulers of it all,
We are the rulers of the underworld.

Through aeons of wait,
Dwelling in pain and sorrow,
But sorrow became wrath,
And wrath is what I am.

We are the spawns of evil,
Messengers,
Painting the fall,
With the colours of night.

We shall rage in thy frozen night,
Eternaly and forever.

In the nightshade storm,
Infernal flames consumes my heart.

Thou shall not serve the father of lies,
Thou shall stand in hellbound prowes.

In hellbound prowes.