1. Introfernalis

(intro)

2. World Conflagration

Deculiar figures –
The landscape's presenting.
Darken the sky and glacial the fields.
Paralysed sculptures – the nature faces.
Icy cold air and hard to take breath.

Last comets' thunder –
Fire ashes dust
The rapid dance of storm and wind's
Telling stories of the end.
Last earthquakes roaring –
Fire ashes dust.
The rapid tremble of hill and dale's
Telling stories of the end.

Bizarre creations – countless dead bodies.
Frozen their hearts and condemned their souls.
Aesthetical deformings – coagulated blood.
The slumbering kingdom lost in dreams – a perished human race.

3. Embattled

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4. Selfmade Clone

Mind-full of shit!
Soul – no life in it!

Yearning for prestige, that's the only motive
To spend the dwindling time.
Individual thoughts – strange to his nature
Just following the mass and feel fine.

He's a small heap of misery
Believing everything the company tells
A self-made clone without own opinion,
An imitation of someone else

Mind – full of shit!
Soul – no life in it!

No difference what's right or wrong
It's easier to stand there for
Where the crowd is standing
For – if it's false he doesn't care.

He's a heap of mortal matter
Believing everything the company tells
A self-made clone without rhyme or reason
An imitation of someone else.

5. Mounted On Horseback

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6. The Shadowbrood

The hordes march out in this pale wintermorning
Leafless trees line their path
Horns resound in the distant – a timbre inspired with coldness and wrath.

The troops lead the way in this pale wintermorning.
Leafless trees line their path.
Yells resound in the distant – a timbre inspired with coldness and wrath.

Die Zusammenkunft der Schattenbrut
Sich sammelnd – abseits der Kampfesglut
Hungrig nach Fleisch, dürstend nach Blut.

The ravens arrive in this pale wintermorning
Black creatures come in sight
From all directions they appear – host of shadow, hungry flight.

The crows arrive in this pale wintermorning.
Black creatures await the end of fight.
Linger on leafless trees – ready for feast, hungry flight.

Die Zusammenkunft der Schattenbrut
Sich sammelnd – abseits der Kampfesglut
Hungrig nach Fleisch, dürstend nach Blut.

Hacking, picking – hungry for flesh
Hacking, picking – thirsty for blood.

7. With Head Erect

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8. Of Knightly Grace

They still exist today – true ones from former ages
Even in this time of disharmony – real worth inside, within.

They still exist today – true "warriors" in this cold world
Resistance with iron will – against all harm that's around.

They still exist today – true "rulers" of life and death
An open secret they've realized – there's justice from beginning to end.

They Still exist today – true "lords" between heaven and hell
Wisdom is a constant companion – on their glory way back home.

Knightly is their grace – in harmony the spirit flows
Knightly is their grace – in harmony into eternity...

9. Awakening

A black eyes red sparkle – clear as a moonlit night
An old mans young blood – pure as the finest wine.

Deliverance – the forces unite, ready for terrestrial inferno
Deliverance – the crafts so bright, awakening of the gods.

An upright hearts dark flame – glowing as a midnight sun
A captured bodys free soul – unleashed as the raging beast. '

A forced lifes spreading mind – boundless as a universe
A stony ways furious end – enormous as the big bang..:

The awakening of the gods.

10. Intrepid Empire

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11. Outrofernalis

(outro)