The Black Prophet

Angels and Demons fill my nights

Sorrow and pleasure in endless fight

Sinners and bitches in disguise

I close my eyes and a vortex raise

Longing for a moment of dream and mist

Striking the weakness as a clenched fist

Calling the War from the farest lands

As a black prophet rising from the sands

Exiled and envied, as kings without their land

Black as the void against the blizzard we stand

Avenger destructors of vicious empires

Mourning angels coiled in unquenchable fires

"Predatori del mondo intero, adesso che mancano terre alla loro sete di

totale devastazione, vanno a frugare anche il mare: avidi se il nemico è

ricco, arroganti se povero, genti che ne' l'oriente, ne' l'occidente

possono saziare; loro soli bramano possedere con pari smania ricchezze e

miseria. Rubano, massacrano, rapinano e con falso nome, lo chiamano

impero; infine, dove fanno il deserto, lo chiamano pace."

( Tacitus, 84 e.v. )

I come within the Thunder, from above and below

I creep and I fly, from above and below

As a whirlwind of flame We shall come forth

Cleansing in fire from the south and the North

Masters on iron thrones. bringers of fear and suspiction

We are born of sideral void, we raise from your superstition

My nights are cloaked by dreams, I am the Dark Lords hand

Black as the void against the blizzard we stand