man) (Child child) child father of the man (father of the man, father of the man) (Child child) child father of the man (father of the man) (Child child) child
[Instrumental]
hell unleash The silence of doom They have come from so far away To a world of fire The sons of mortality, a beast called man Demons in flesh
Where is my god, the saviour of faith As I'm wandering here through this world I created I am a lonely killer And I am trapped in despair Death is my
In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and the
moon rises upon the hills Follow us far into the past In a time when the dark is killed The light And the sword ruled all When man was filled with hate
Tiden har kommer Na skal tronen bli var Fylt med vart hat De skal slikke sine sar I kaos og sorger Ligger alle fortrapt Na er din tid forbi Alt det som
You will not walk alone When you travel through My realms of hate You will not see the end of days Welcome to my realms of death This world is mine, until
Darkness redeem us From saviours of sin Temptations of lust The thorns from within Souls dressed in vanity Drained we shall die Open your eyes And be
I am going to make you suffer Suffocate you to death Bury you in my torture chamber You shall rest in agony I will devour your soul The sacrifice to my
Dreams of fear Wake up and be afraid My kingdom awaits you One force so black In darkness domain Rest eternal, eternal is mine One soul one fire To
screams Awakes me from lifeless sleep A storm of rage crushing all That remains hidden inside A war within human souls That devour the spirit of man
messiah, besiege and control Raised in belief of fictions so pale Go to your god and see how you fail Fade away into the dark My child we welcome thee
[outro]
A world gone blind Delusions never end A world gone wild Where hate is all untamed Flesh will shatter As evil debarks The shades of hope Will slowly
[Lyrics by Galder] Death in its purest form Welcome to the sacrificed world Those beneath the holy ground Buried in the dirt of the mortal's sin Just
it on the weak Several miles of death's formation They march towards his grace To the cliffs and the abyss of the damned The loss of man, and fall of
thoughts, minds feeding on death Craving for pain The face of death, evil descends From the throne of fatal contempt Illusions embraced, evil seduce Acts of man