Dies Ater - The Last Of Storms lyrics

Born in haunted captivity as stars bled Dusk's bringers of storm, a degraded rapture of light Driven by storm, conquered hazy fields While fallen emperors were drowning through the night An imbrued and tortured valley, sweet wounds not to heal Gleaming in faint moonlight, left for ages... Distant towers, covered by mighty shadows Glancing in a feral light - realm of ice Infernal fires introduce the coming of Hell Longing for promised victories - resurrection's storm With raging insanity on the Almighty's side Swords spilling out men's lives - the battle turns A wounded, withering landscape left behind Where carnal statues turn to dust As daylight sets for the coming of the deciding dawn A tremendous clash hits the vanquished battlefield like a funeral storm And finally as dark turns to light, A memorable solitude of despised souls pushes within sight. An elemental light-crushing victory for men, so night shades are free to crawl, Perpetual sounds invoking prayers, hear them whisper and murmur. An obsessed, even doomed army graced by the devil's mark A devious hunger for a disgusting feast, strange illuminations to come Wounds  ...  sinner    ...    war  ...     breathing fire Chaos ...   master   ...     flesh      ...    trembling dawn A burning throne, absorbing all surrounding delight, Gifted with cold supremacy A tearful, dark time under the reign of one king Thundering down its divinity. Fierce, unhearted creatures inspired by a gloomy cohort, Now guarding once tender seashores. Compa**ion being erased, extinguished at the gates of dawn. Tender dreams to follow this course.