The Angel's Lament

Bloodless moon tonight forsakes the dead's last rest

Scattered by frozen death winds

Are the bones of all who died without remembrance

Died alone their own special way

To pay their sins and god's betrayal

Heretic souls, forgotten and banished

Dwelling in eternal punishment

And rest in the dark on unblessed soil

Can never again hold the torches of life

And will never reach the eternity's fire

Which they are longing for so many aeons

Blind are god's eyes and falseness hides behind his face

Not able to forgive past sins, but praises himself as your lord

Wings unfold in the crimson dusk

During thunder defeats darkness silence

Storm is coming from the mountain side

Came to pray for the dead's last will

And louder than the loudest thunder their chants resound

That all blood freezes by their sad melodies

And mist rises up and all coffins burst

Creeping shades arise with the angel's lament

Panic is ruling, but it's too late to escape

As bony fingers grip for white silk and ripping their sweet bloody skin

Coming through the soil with the shadows, creeping evil

They arise from graves, legions of the dead

To wreck all what is of God

Holding high the weapons they were buried with

Swords and axes, armors of steel

Iron blades cut the angel's flesh

Screams of torment calling loud

But suffocate shortly after

And all voices grow silent

As blades cut through their throats

Blood and death, the dead's only war chant, conquers the grey mist

Under moonlight, white and cold they die

Suffocate on own holy blood

And merciless slayers stalking through the darkness