Twilight Ophera Burning Velvet Palanquin
Empress of the black empyrean,
Evoke the children of enthroned Queen
To worship Her in the burning velvet palanquin
Bring us the wisdom within,
the forgotten sagas of ancient glory
Fulfill the divination of the world domination
Symphony of the prevailing forces,
composed by bloody strings,
on carnage of slain hordes
Give us the strength in this war everlasting
The strength to fasten on the hilt of sword
and conquer the fortress of ignorance and weakness
Lowering clouds hide tomorrow's eyes,
like the enigma of masqueraded lies
World of hypocrisy - punished with massacre
Deniers soul - torn drifted to the dust
From the cradle to the grave,
for the nebula of your eyes we rise the blade
In the constellation of supremacy,
morning star rises for your victory
The beloved of immemorial alliance,
incantation for the enormity we solicit
Spirits of the night set forth your overture
With blood falling angels stain the chaotic sphere
Queen with her ensemble of symphony,
arrives to incorporate heaven to Her black empire
