and in my dreams I hear your name spoken by demonic tongues.
and in my dreams we will meet again, but time is still long.
the whispered message will no longer be
the sound of silence will get louder you'll see
until we'll bow for a moon eclipse which will weaken the nations
Our time to strike, to shoot our hate , the temptation is to big.
watch and you'll see how the nations will fall
crones will fall on the day that undead rivals the day when the light will no longer be His light but the light from the morning star
Sended by our king of rebellion, who didn't bow for His helpless hysteria, falled in a complex delirium choked in hate for His kingdom
We will not rest until we reached our freedom,
until we reached the day of judgement!