The Gathering

I wake up amidst the coffin's darkness.

The cycle of the weak ones is over, the age of tyranny is back.

They've crossed the labyrinth of time.

Memories of a wicked life, intoning a funeral black rosary.

Give me strength to crawl out from my catacomb.

Beyond the everlasting oblivion where I am.

I raise my talisman towards the full moon.

Where the supreme goat is shaped with the impetuosity of the four winds.

Oh great lord !!! Give me your wisdom.

Open the gate, brake the sacred seal.

Heed my call, the sands of time have stopped.

The black aeon has just begun.

I'm your loyal servant, let me be your messenger.

You…elder gods, bring your relentless slaughter.

Dethrone the weakness…let the gathering begins.

Disciples… kneel before them.

Foes …bleed for them.

Master…extinguish the mankind's torch.

My blood begins to boil, body contortion.

This purgatory can't contain me anymore.

Moonlight, bloodbath…curse of the damned.

Lord necromancer, hellspawn angel.

I can feel your hatred; I can hear your howling.

I gave my soul to the forbidden ones.

Cover me with your will, I deserve it.

Screaming damnations to my lord among the storm.

Oath - forever damnation.

Omen - centuries of torment.

Pleasures - bizarre thoughts.

When the evil forces were between us. The highest ones unleashed their fury.

With mystical powers which I do loyally protect.

Those who put the seal and closed the gate before.

…Now they're raising from their eternal burrow.

Gospels - written with damned blood.

Rituals - great lord of massacre.

Gathering - malignant bloodshed.