Warriors Of The Darkest Empire

On the horizon six warriors travel in a ship

Warriors of the dark empire that escape from the Christian hate

They navigate without direction toward an evening of glory

Only one symbol makes them feel its greatness

The star of the baphomet

This splendour made me its servant

Burning the arrival of the hidden one

Tramping the Catholic writings

Beyond an ephemeral sky

The light refuses its credo

For that they know that the clarity is fallacy

As fallacy it is the stupid prophecy

That some day a saviour will come

In their armours there are incrusted wounds of hate

And their swords have spilled blood unfaithful

Only one symbol makes them feel its greatness

The star of the baphomet

My pride will be my weapon in the battle against the faith

Is a long way to keep the horizon in our hearts?

And still burn the hollow in my vanity

The Pain will be better for those who reveal

The dragon passion in me

But, Oh! My fate of splendour is abusing of my restless crime

A superior coil of warriors embraced the whole sun

And god's face was sprinkled by his blood

Transcending always in moving we exist

Neverending is the bleeding of the lambs for him

One day the world will recognize that many points of view exist

And that the believers in saviours are harvesting false hopes for anything

When the age of the hidden born

And all the gardens are full with colourless flowers

Then the sacrifice won't be the same one

For that will have died reaching the victory

This splendour made me its servant

Burning the arrival of the hidden one

Tramping the Catholic writings

But there of an ephemeral sky