Eden Below (Katharsis)

Shadows in the black fog... Restless, endless, soulless, wandering Gate of darkness' morbid children Shadows in the black fog Dawn of evil blood so eagerly awaiting Raised within an ark of grace and Beauty hidden When they creep from their layre In the mass-graves, On the dark fields of infinite anguish, Under a hollow indifferent sky, The eternal sky It is time to reach out for the sceptre. It is time for our master to conquer. It is time for the olde hooded reaper. Grim lorde death, he is once more to ryde. Shadows in the black fog Lifeless, fleshless, breathless, haunting Fear and plague and misery's messengers Shadows in the black fog Dawne of evilhearts so solemnly Embracing, leave their crypts to join The olde earth's funereal procession When they turne into shape in the Dark storm that will blow On the day of our glory On the day of mayhemic destruction For Lord Luzifer's triumph in heaven It is time to take over the Thrones of the earth and to rule over all with an iron fist It is time for the faceless Archangels to awake And to rise from the holiest of hells Shadows in the black fog Scornfull, wrathfull, dreadfull roaming Curse of mortals, doomsday's offspring Shadows in the black fog Ceremonial servants for our nightly Sacrificial mass for Satan and His demonic-court now reigning...