Enoch - The Black Prophet lyrics

Angels and Demons fill my nights Sorrow and pleasure in endless fight Sinners and b**hes in disguise I close my eyes and a vortex raise Longing for a moment of dream and mist Striking the weakness as a clenched fist Calling the War from the farest lands As a black prophet rising from the sands Exiled and envied, as kings without their land Black as the void against the blizzard we stand Avenger destructors of vicious empires Mourning angels coiled in unquenchable fires "Predatori del mondo intero, adesso che mancano terre alla loro sete di Totale devastazione, vanno a frugare anche il mare: avidi se il nemico è Ricco, arroganti se povero, genti che ne' l'oriente, ne' l'occidente Possono saziare; loro soli bramano possedere con pari smania ricchezze e Miseria. Rubano, ma**acrano, rapinano e con falso nome, lo chiamano Impero; infine, dove fanno il deserto, lo chiamano pace." ( Tacitus, 84 e.v. ) I come within the Thunder, from above and below I creep and I fly, from above and below As a whirlwind of flame We shall come forth Cleansing in fire from the south and the North Masters on iron thrones. bringers of fear and suspiction We are born of sideral void, we raise from your superstition My nights are cloaked by dreams, I am the Dark Lords hand Black as the void against the blizzard we stand