Satanichaosymphony

The dismal hosts of Angels

will blow into the horns of war

Those, whom Creator oneself

has been secretly stealing from their immensity of thoughts

Those, whom he had loved more then himself,

To soil at last his admiration with shameless seed of jealousy

The dismal hosts of Angels

will blow into the horns of war

Those, whom God has been stabbing

sword in the back,

sword in the back of his sons,

more perfect then his primal vision of the universe

Those, who he had thrust away from the kingdom heavens

to the abyss of nonentity

taking no notice of tears and their terrified eyes

The dismal hosts of Angels

will blow into the horns of war

Those, whose dreams had been forgotten

before they had time to tell it

Those, whose wings were burnt

never to let them reach the godless idea of freedom

Now they rise, one by one

holding the stones of vendetta in their bleeding hands

And they swear death for all,

they swear conflagration

seas full of childrens blood

and spaces filled up with scream

The dismal hosts of Angels

will blow into the horns of war

Like a black storm thunderous with fury

will roll as a plague through that fucking world

And the blades of their wrath will quench the thirst

in the stinking body of the human mankind