Pyrophobia Rise Of The Fire God
Invocations tears out
the gates of world
Constellations loosing
his primal force
Ancient structures have transformed
in the new form
Strength becomes a weakness
Imprisoned race drown in lies
of his own minds
Hate becomes a sickness
Walking through
a cold mist of penumbra
I had a dream
that my time is finally come
Pulsing rhythm of awakening rises my anger
Flames start’s to grow higher
Strong vibrations of ether reveals a truth
Dawn of a lunar cycle – Rise of the Fire God
War has coming
Brought new order
In the name of
Your true father
Your God
