Crimson Winds

Force of anger, Mordant senseless wrath

Manifold is the Terminus of oneself

Invocate ye lord of the Left-behinds

Preserve a seat for the weakened minds

Reserving that limpid yet so used

Veil of deceiving hostility

Close now is the threshold of insanity

Neverending force of hatred,

fear, them darkened spheres

Deprecated existence, Manifest of darkness be

Manifest for unspeakable actions

Fire sermons to condemn those fallen

Fallen from pride, fallen from the manger

Father, lend to me thy wisdom, Thy wisdom of old

Now all is clear:

"Pierce the side of the neverending blindness

Then thereby be it stated in the name of the forgotten

Father of Light, Father of Darkness

-I will not implore to no master of thine!"

Everflaming

Intemperate malice in the extreme

Forms are twisted, Everfalling

Crescent skies, the wait, The calling

Eyes unseeing, Stars rearrange

Tears of our blood running from the runes

Misgivings fall silent

Excitement stir up the spheres

My sweet Norderland

To reap the fields of ignorance and lies

Trails of omission swept away

Never be found again

Release of agony

So Hebulous, yet ominous is the Terminus

Flames of Hatred burn me

Firesoul - Hear me, Blinded fool

-Take heed to the forgotten twilight

Now kneel to the omniscient twilight

Crimson Winds, Ornaments in the dark

The weep of pain, Drowned by tears

Drowned by tears of Northerly blood

Runes of force,

Fulfillment of a sombre ordeal I know

"Pierce the side of the neverending blindness

Then thereby be it stated in the name of the forgotten

Father of Light, Father of Darkness

-I will not implore to no master of thine!"

Everflaming

Everlasting lust for wisdom and for solitude

Coming of dawn, Knowledge in the image of flesh

Unbridled to the world I wander now

Light cast upon this place of mysteries

Truth hurts for my tongue is venomous

Unbound yet bound for disbelief

Darkness, I grasp your every nerve

Everflaming now and forevermore