The Metal

Mortuus

 

The rebirth of the Metal; Satanic, dark and black.

Brothers hear our call!

We'll journey down below, in evil we shall ride.

We'll catch you when you fall!

 

We'll carry Satans words; Unholy we shall speak.

Everyone will hear.

Those that remain holy, to the bastard son:

Your end is near.

 

666 – We'll sing about the crucifix.

Hell – As we come forth you'll hear demonic cries.

Fire – From the flames we ride towards the earth.

War – We'll chant blood into the skies.

 

In rain of blood, the angel of Metal fell from the sky.

Obessed with hatred, plague and fire.

Pure evil ablazed in his voice; trembling the earth.

He raised the flaming empire.

 

With wings; Blackened, thorn and scorched.

Spread over sea and plane.

The gates of Hell will open thrice,

and Metal will rise again.

 

666 – We compel those sworn to Christ.

Hell – The holy chanters fall.

Fire – At the gates of heaven they shall burn.

War – Our music is now all!

 

The last of arrivals,

The bringer of storms.

The last is eternal,

The dark age reborn.

The last is unhuman,

The bringer of hordes.

The last one is final.

The lord of lords.

 

THE LAST ONE IS METAL!

  • Author: Anguish (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2011 06:51
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