Bishop Of Hexen To Begin The Quest Towards The Noble Dark Cause
Crushing the symbol of the bastard The legions of the unholy horde Creating this pagan feeling For us the sun is thy moon We will cross the sea Destroying his cursed spree We'll create a new humanity Our demonic, five cornered star Is high raised for our integrity Tranquillity, silence & peace- From this day on will cease "As high as the mountains are- So dark is the quest" History will recreate itself The force of our crusade-unleashed Christianity-beheaded, gutted The blood soaking sour, dry fields Set our blasphemous fires through Christendom Crushing the symbol of the bastard The legions of the unholy horde Creating this pagan feeling For us the sun is thy moon We will cross the sea Destroying his cursed spree We'll create a new humanity I am the one who struck layers of plagues Which ravaged the pure and the faithful "Job" I am the ambiguous riddle in thousands of Manuscripts & scrolls-spoken of by many, solved by none You all, are the reflections of the sallowness Of my own thoughts-soaked in craftiness, Yet frightened from the gravely cost Force-fed neglect of the darkened Skills & arts of which virtue was stung And kept, secretly, In hidden corners of our hearts Brothers, sisters, let us not blame Ourselves, let us not be ashamed of what We have become To take what rightfully was ours- To start our mighty saga from the point humanity was paused To learn the lessons of the craft- To begin the quest towards the noble dark-cause
