Akerbeltz - The Ancient Enemy lyrics

rate me

By the swing of the scythe a

Revelation shall be given, to

Consolidate the realm of

Terror, breaking down like

A hammer all the wear

Walls of sanity, a disease...

The skylike precious stones,

Protectors of the black soul

Are attacked by traitors but

Inside the fires of hate grow

Bigger and rougher, fed by the

Desire of revenge, the spell of

Black omen that left on the

Surface a small part of the

Total complexion has been

Refused... once again the path

To the core is widely open and

The return of the tyrant

Shall be sung through ages

To reach the armet of

Knowledge through wich

The pandemonic fires shine

Dirhearting the ones of the

Right path. Naked hands with

No weapons but armed by

The fires of rage, fingers of

Iron opress to strangle until

The reaper comes again,

Couldn't it be that such a

Powerful poison could be

Asimilated by the one to die,

And the one to die learned

From it's killing formula

And create from it and even

More dreadful one shooting

Back the secret poisonous

Arrow to it's coward owner...

This is it, such a rotten soul

Can not be killed by spells

Of the mortals, in return

Here it comes, the chaos!