Invocations tears out
The gates of world
Constellations loosing
His primal force
Ancient structures have transformed
In the new form
Strength becomes a weakness
Imprisoned race drown in lies
Of his own minds
Hate becomes a sickness
Walking through
A cold mist of penumbra
I had a dream
That my time is finally come
Pulsing rhythm of awakening rises my anger
Flames start’s to grow higher
Strong vibrations of ether reveals a truth
Dawn of a lunar cycle rise of the fire God
War has coming
Brought new order
In the name of
Your true father
Your God
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