At the brooding gates of dawn?
At last, we are nearly there...
And dark were the stars,
That eclipsed our dying hearts.
While blind men waltzed with Death,
On tombs of mighty gods.
Though yonderwards, ever our gaze.
Certain, our sight, like the daggers we wield.
Staled by doubt, yet never to yield...
What buds shall burst?
What crops may our sickles reap?
What beasts shall rise from their sleep?
Eager sound the horns of Holocaust.
Through tears of woe and awe.
A nameless plague veiled and deformed
Through leaden morning dust now stalks.
Although it is the weight of all sins.
Their harvester awaits at the end of my road.
Although they are the pains of all flesh.
For I run with wolves at night,
And quenchless is their hunger...
How cold, the night.
How dark, the hearts...
Shine, rampant star!
Pale, at Holocaust Dawn.
- Night Vision
- De Profundis
- Black Flames March
- All That May Bleed
- The Child Must Die
- Sleepless Evil
- They Rode On
- Wild Hunt
- Ignem Veni Mittere
- Holocaust Dawn