Arcane Grail Frightful Night Of Revenge
Every fullmoon blood begins to run through sinews
of the greatest king of Goths He wakes up angry
going spread the death around for the famous glory
of his own God Great malice lighteth bloody eyes,
the frightful pain will scream insight He’ll right
through time revenge be sweet, his bones have
crushed but soul can’t die
His time has come he’ll shed the blood of
thousands slain by his succinite brand
From the cemetery of silence, from the cemetery of
death King will ride to cruel future he has found
a living path No one angel takes a risk to show
his face before the king Even Gorgon’s pale before
him, he’s afraid his magic ring
The King withdraws the wargs from their
subterranean graves, He harnesseth the chariot and
summoneth the ghouls But spirit of the death
whispereth him that they couldn’t raise The dead
Goth decide to resort to the secrecies of blooms
And then suddenly...
Saliva of the Great Wolf-leader Waters the mould
of cemetery’s tombs Corpses dwell by this nature
of fear And coming from their loved riven wombs
In the center of the graveyard servants of demons
are gathering The king-ghost organized the
significant council Recall of avenge mournfully
sounding on his lifeless lips He tempteth corses
by the fresh human blood, After that the king
stood the forces on their bony knees And makes
them pray for almighty Phoebe, the goddess of moon
and flood
“And the countenance of the luna smiles back!”
Elimer, the founder of Grüth was sworn enemy of
Goths And the king on his deathbed takes an oath
to destroy the walls Of the settlement of the own
enemy’s despicable posterity And later the
centuries he’ll exhaust the mission of his destiny
[Germanareh screams in darkness:]
“My succinite sword shall slaughter thee, Thy
cattle, christian village & tribe And certainly
thy damned seed”
“If you found the reign of darkness, You will find
a sentry lee!”
Hitherto unbloodied umbrae of gothic warriors
arose the swords above their heads and hailed:
“Vivat Rex!”
And glorious King’s throwing up his hand crowned
by firmament’s stars Only his formidable aspect
inspireth the awe in souls of arch And sepulchral
obscurity filleth the hearts
Germanareh leads his troops of ghouls in the name
of dark Great warriors expires in the nocturnal
sky its blood-curdling howl, Rotting roots of
ancient trees begin to moaning under dreadful
army’s march And endless forest covered by odour
of death in the bloodshot Devil’s bowl
Wicked spirits stand at the edge of the forest
Their caddish glance lowered on the dell The
neighbourhood reddened by flames of hearth In the
next instant the horde from Hell Darting off to
the village and Their “holy” path was deified by
argent-gleamy moon A succinite sword glares in the
King’s hand The ghouls fell from welkin i’ th’
hazing gloom
Their attack was unexpected, people couldn’t hide
in dwellings So men have to fight for freedom, for
their lives against the Evil Ghosts have burned so
many houses that the murk have turned to bright
light Fearful thunder have announced the beginning
of the Great Fight Bloody rivers flew from high
hills irrigating soil of graveyard All the
soldiers fought in battle for the fame of
Germanareh They will sacrifice their bodies ‘cause
they serve to Devil’s main guard He’s the chosen
one of spirits and he knows he’ll be their monarch
Hundred men have died in moment tho’ they fought
in rage and courage Women, children and the elders
run to church for the salvation They believe in
their Ransomer which hath always helped in
troubles Ghosts have charred the shrine with
people, - there came a suffocation
The antiquity of the precious cathedral’s walls
begin to decay Under the yoke of unbearable
Death’s shout And thrusts by spirits’ swords, but
the Holy Ghost can’t betray The christians of
Grüth and their souls to be proud ...but only
death they found!
Ghouls have stormed the church all night Women
have defended children Earth felt beams of divine
light Felon schemes of ghouls have crumbled
Took away the corses underneath the bed of
graveyard They began to feast glorifying their
valour.