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By: Thelino
Posted on: December 30, 2005


Ancient time, from places deep,<br>
In catacombs, where dark things sleep -<br>
The time is nigh, tis' fit to reap<br>
As darkness lapses, foul and steeped<br>

Rise from the earth, fell childer of<br>
That bleakest cause, the Ebon Glove;<br>
Of Death's dear unrequited love,<br>
I now call forth that ashen dove.<br>

Raise high with rage your sullied tone<br>
With wrath of steel, claws, and bone.<br>
Let pierce the night the wail and moan<br>
To crush the hardest hearts of stone.<br>

Give praise to our Lord Shaitan, He<br>
Who rent the veil life cannot see<br>
And gave to us the fortress key;<br>
Left bleached the bones of those that flee.<br>

Bloody Warrior, Horned King,<br>
In staff, in spear, in blade, in sling<br>
Upon the bitter war front's ring<br>
Of battle does Thy dictum sing.<br>

Apollyon, the Lord of Lies,<br>
Who sacrificed one of His eyes;<br>
Whose wicked woven web of lies<br>
Reveals to wise servants His prize<br>

Deceitful Tyrant, ruby eyed<br>
Whose tenets shall not be decried.<br>
For suffering, known far and wide<br>
Can grant its victims time to bide.<br>

The Crimson Mist - our bitter winds,<br>
Be that the wound that never mends;<br>
Upon the Earth your power rends<br>
That verdant menace Nature tends.<br>

Evils twain, accept our souls<br>
To propagate Thy darkest goals;<br>
When skies turn black, and thunder rolls<br>
To claim the lives of whom Thee tolls.<br>

Take course fell hymn, and hear my cry!<br>
As death approaches from on high;<br>
From earth and soil come those to die<br>
Again beneath this Ebon sky<br>