Obscurcis Romancia Mournful Darkness
Tranquility surfaced the snow, whiped by the coldest
wind.
In this sorrowful night, the tears are frozen.
A cold heart of forgotten hope is crying in winter's
sight
In a white land of fallen angels where serenity is
damned.
In the melancholia of life, the warm blood is the
sacrifice.
Mournful darkened cries. In the red wine is the
salvation!
Dead kingdom of hate, the angel's wings are frozen.
Beneath these great skies, every will is confined.
Knowledge is lost through the annals of time clearing a
path for the prophets of dark lies.
Among the unthruths the answer will be found, lies.
From the darkened light will come the scarlet key.
Within the shades of evil, with fury, face the
slaughter, the spirits are howling.
Screaming their inner pain at the father's sky, tears
of blood are raining.
Surrounded by the obscure lamentations of the
unforgiven
Into the barren atmosphere, from the depths,are roaring
the thunderous cries.
On its magestic and mythic throne, the bestial Lord is
laughting.
Despising the free living creatures made from a part of
purity.
The damnation from its inner guts he has cast upon
those worms.
In a mysterious incantation, lightning from the skies
were triking.
Raising his sadistic armies and legions of blasphemous
sinners.
Calling to him his servants, those who are immortal.
Invoking the thousand souls from the hellish graves and
those from purgatory
And welcoming those who were dismissed from heaven.
Beneath this mournful darkness, lit by the moon without
fire to warm the lost frozen soul, the spirits of evil
are awoken.
From the very somber corners of the vast and dark
horizon the black flags of the king of destruction are
raised with power.
Announcing the infernal march against God's every
creation. The light will be forever invaded by darkness
