Dies Ater - The Last Of Storms lyrics

Born in haunted

captivity as stars bled

Dusk's bringers of

storm, a degraded rapture of light

Driven by storm,

conquered hazy fields

While fallen

emperors were drowning through the night

An imbrued and tortured

valley, sweet wounds not to heal

Gleaming in faint

moonlight, left for ages...

Distant towers,

covered by mighty shadows

Glancing in a

feral light - realm of ice

Infernal fires

introduce the coming of Hell

Longing for

promised victories - resurrection's storm

With raging

insanity on the Almighty's side

Swords spilling

out men's lives - the battle turns

A wounded,

withering landscape left behind

Where carnal

statues turn to dust

As daylight sets

for the coming of the deciding dawn

A tremendous clash

hits the vanquished battlefield like a funeral storm

And finally as

dark turns to light,

A memorable

solitude of despised souls pushes within sight.

An elemental

light-crushing victory for men, so night shades are free to crawl,

Perpetual sounds

invoking prayers, hear them whisper and murmur.

An obsessed, even

doomed army graced by the devil's mark

A devious hunger

for a disgusting feast, strange illuminations to come

Wounds  … 

sinner    …    war 

…     breathing fire

Chaos …   master  

…     flesh      …    trembling dawn

A burning throne,

absorbing all surrounding delight,

Gifted with cold

supremacy

A tearful, dark

time under the reign of one king

Thundering down

its divinity.

Fierce, unhearted

creatures inspired by a gloomy cohort,

Now guarding once

tender seashores.

Compassion being

erased, extinguished at the gates of dawn.

Tender dreams to

follow this course.