Dies irae Regna nell' oscurita' Guardians of the moonlight bring the spell alive Through the sphere of sorrow lead my holy ride Titans of the desert face the warlord's pride Fighters from the near lakes join the tragic night War of the ghostland take your souls But give us freedom once and for all ...firestorm! Under the rain of a thousand flames We face the real pain falling in vain While the dark angel screams for vengeance In the dead shadow of falling stars Silent cries of virgins touch the heart of night Raped by the demons under painful sights Sperm and blood and terror chaos in my head Is the law of evil triumph for the damned War of the ghostland take your souls But give us freedom once and for all ...firestorm! Under the rain of a thousand flames We face the real pain falling in vain While the dark angel screams for vengeance In the dead shadow of falling stars ...moonlight is the witness of the most tragic day for our lands... Nothing seems possible to change the destiny of war... Lament of heroes reach the deep skies Fill the wide cosmos and free my pain... My pain! Under the rain of a thousand flames We face the real pain falling in vain While the dark angel screams for vengeance In the dead shadow of falling stars Dies irae Regna nell' oscurita'
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Rosa nera sussurrante piange sangue D'innocenza Dall'abisso lei ritorna per Urlare la sentenza The witches are riding, wolfs howl at the moon While candles are lighting the black mess of fools The daughter of evil the mistress of shame Her tomb is now open to allow her awake ...'cause she is the princess of sorrow, 'cause she is the bringer of pain While gothic portals of sadness call her Unpronounceable name Moonlight is lighting her face Down in the crypts of the damned Her sins will not be the last When the rituals start Black candles burning announce her come back The reign is awaiting the queen of the dead ...of the dead! The poison is ready, the words are pronounced The portals are open, her soul wanders through Her body is moving, her heart of bitch pounds Is Kron who lives in her, in her open wounds ...'cause she was devoted to darkness, drinking black blood for her god Witch of perversion and luxury suicide as true lover of Kron Moonlight is lighting her face Down in the crypts of the damned Her sins will not be the last When the rituals start Black candles burning announce her come back The reign is awaiting the queen of the dead ...of the dead! Rosa nera sussurrante piange sangue D'innocenza Dall'abisso lei ritorna per urlare la sentenza Oh, god... The passage is open The souls of the damned are ready to cross it... Godforsaken bitch...! Your fucking army of dead will never be so powerful to break the chains of wisdom... Beware! My land don't cry My birds don't stop to fly Poor child don't die Don't let her taste your blood Gargoyles and wizards prepare this last ride Mountains and valleys are calling your might Mystical sunshines prelude to her coming The black flame of evil is burning and growing Queen... Queen of the dark horizons! Forest of ghostland give your sad welcome To the ancestral whisper of hell Sodomy, pestilence, torture and bloodshed Is what she brings from her past of depraved Queen... Queen of the dark horizons! Her body is moving, her heart of bitch pounds Is Kron who lives in her, in her open wounds ...'cause she was devoted to darkness, drinking black blood for her god Witch of perversion and luxury suicide as true lover of Kron Moonlight is lighting her face Down in the crypts of the damned Her sins will not be the last When the rituals start Black candles burning announce her come back The reign is awaiting the queen of the dead ...of the dead!
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Fuoco, pianto,sangue, cancro Morte nera dentro me Sacra lotta dura cruda Diideali senza eta' Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Sad dark angel write the poem's evil page Fuoco, pianto,sangue, cancro Morte nera dentro me Sacra lotta dura cruda Diideali senza eta' Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Sad dark angel write the poem's evil page Yes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our beloved
Lands seems to not be the same anymore...
From when the magic sword was handled by the black king Akron none of us...
None of us can sleep peacefully...
He's clearly preparing his plans of war to attack the people of these wonderful valleys...
The ancient towns of Elnor and Thorald will be surely the first goals
In his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest...
Come mighty warrior... Come to help your... Your...
Oh god!...oh god... No...
They found it, they found it... The ancient words are going to be pronounced...
Thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon
The book of the dead kept by the dark angel is now open and the rites of blood are going to begin...
Oh no, god!... Oh no... I hear those damned words...
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
I hear them...
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
I hear them...
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demoniac creatures and she will be back to lead them all...!
Why? Why? The godforsaken bitch ancient servant of Kron will be free from the spell That was trapping her in the crypts of the ghostland...
What the fathers of my father were able to do is going to end...
Oh yes, i knew it... I knew it!
...the power of the emerald sword in the wrong hands can lead to these tragic results... I knew it!
...the waves of the oceans will soon become giants attacking our towns...
And if we don't organize a valid counteroffensive to stop those creatures this will only be a tragic... A tragic prelude to an announced... Massacre! Fuoco, pianto,sangue, cancro Morte nera dentro me Sacra lotta dura cruda Diideali senza eta' Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur My dear Elnor, Thorald... The dark angel is now shedding his tears... ...fight for your past, fight for your future... Elnor, Thorald... Resist... Resist!
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The silent willows keep the ancient stone Hidden behind that cryptic door Rituals of terror quake all the ghostland The bloody line now paints the cold floor The evil pages are almost written With the dark poison of flesh and bones Fire is raining on the grey mountains Waters are waiting for the last oath The way is open... Now they are coming Called by the blasphemous words of the lord ...and finally the violet waves announce their arrival And blood will soon be painting the beloved lamenting ocean... The way is open... Now they are coming Called by the words... The words of the lord Ethereal harmonies spread trough all the air... The unreal calm before Elnor's end...
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The aim of the serpent, the serpent's creation Reveals itself now trough crystal spheres He's riding the waves as a real conqueror Colliding with ships, the ships of the kings He owns... Your sword! The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes Flow the black tears of dark angels Your blade is now serving the dark force... The evil source of the unborn The truth is there... In his hands Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Starless is my night, silent is my ride Trough the paradox of wisdom... To the sea of souls Nel silenzio tragiche realta'... Fire is blazing fast across the bloody red sea The sunlight is fading on him These are the wizard's last holy sights... The wizard's last rhymes We are reaching the brutal, the tragic dimension Led by reflections, reflections of death The ghost in the fog... Wander lamenting While violence devours my wasted brain Let me... Awake! The astral bewitchment is the fatal witness Of created surge of chaos I reflect the constellations' fall Now close your eyes and fight blind The moon is dying, don't fear his might Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Starless is my night, silent is my ride Trough the paradox of wisdom... To the sea of souls Nel silenzio tragiche realta'... Fire is blazing fast across the bloody red sea The sunlight is fading on him These are the wizard's last holy sights... The poem's tragic rhymes Fierce blows the wind, infinite fires On Elnor sea... Hail to the king! He died as brave, oh valiant hero But so in vain, facing the storm... The storm! And soon the snakes of the abyss Swallowed the mighty woodship While the waves of the bloody ocean Were reaching the walls of the falling town... My brothers limbs, food for those snakes Their divine steel, deep under me... under me! Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Starless is my night, silent is my ride Trough the paradox of wishdom... To the sea of souls Nel silenzio tragiche realta'... Fire is blazing fast across the bloody red sea The sunlight is fading on him These are the wizard's last holy sights... The poem's tragic rhymes
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