Rossomahaar Imperium Tenebrarum, Act Ii
Hollow voices surround the space around the cromlech In evil tongues they speak, grim are their aims The storm rages near, ruthless in it's anger The prophecy once spoken now should be fulfilled... The altar of invocation awaits it's victim Whispering once forgotten prayers, forbidden and concealed Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds among the solitary virtue The last chronicle is finally revealed... Through vast enchanting woods I stray in pride Lamentation of pure bestiality, Emptiness, my beloved and scarlet bride Bleeding, starving - among symbolic immortality... Child of sunset, descendant of lunar tribes Darkness was upon the mystic birth of my funeral Cold and senseless grave became my shining bed As I began my quest towards twilight, the ever-first and primeval... Anxious visions, danse macabre of universal mind Woe to you, dwellers of this once so peaceful planet! The blackened shadows grow longer and longer, night by night, As the ensemble of pre-apocalyptic silence... Time has stopped and the sunlight ceased Awakened is the lord with horns, mighty messenger of darkness For the Dark Reign comes forth the Tellus... Descending through the space, riding the icewinds Grotesque demon army, enormous in it's number Has come to conquer and enslave, To burn the sinistrous wastelands out of earth And await the fall of their gods...
