(Music by Piaty and Melfas, lyrics by Melfas)
Let the heavy breath of clouds magnify the horizon
Let all of the matured ultra feelings burn with b***** spew of the Gods' fire
Let the waters strike with waves of hate!
Let Ragnarok begin, from the loudest scream of unity!
A vitreous female - ripped from a womb
Then and there had passed her palm over to become the first lady
Then and there the flakes had uncovered the wild attachment
She cried, covering her vulgar laugh underneath her mask
She passed her palm over the thousands swirling in a s**ual rhythm.
She envenomed the Gods with a drink...
To procreate a war monster of a hundred years
The vitreous female within the web of Orion
(Do you hear the mighty steps above the waters!?
Their calling was heard, but no one saw their demonic wings...)
(The ages in which begriming the the faith and the race have never been so apt)
Don't ask, if it is eay to find the key in one of the sources of creation
If the fall of the hounds' faith is near
If the wrath of the pantheon still hears its flame at the corners of the world
Let's throw a shadow of crystal murders
Because this is the time - where birds can only fly
Upon the golden formation
Uopn a heap of thoughts
The pearls of the hounds' dog will crawl - in its mighty beauty
On a leash, dragged behind the godly chariots of war!!!
You will stand, like before, underneath the whip of Ancient Rome
In the frantic laugh of Sparta, I will push your brood off the mountain
Let the gales speak when the crows shall laugh!
Pick out the eyes so they can see!
The prophecies in which the background was found
For the end of millions of sheep eyes
This is the wolf era of truth - amongst the burning of sanctuaries lies!
In the hands of puppets - the sanctuaries of the world tremble
The cold wind still ripples the hue changing wate...
Creations of short breath shall crawl - forever!
Because these are the epochs of power, entangled and unified!
And the gale shall blow into the horn of victory - to all the corners of the world!
The victims, for the holes in time, shall be stopped in a vortex of vulgar laughs and eternal motionless!
Those, who bowed down to the hounded god,
Will now dip their necks, before the rings of power!
Seperated amongst dead embodiments - creatures of short breath!
Pick out the eyes so they can see!
Let the heavy breath of clouds magnify the horizon
Let all of the matured ultra feelings burn with b***** spew of the Gods' fire
Let the waters strike with waves of hate!
Let Ragnarok begin, from the loudest scream of unity!
A vitreous female - ripped from a womb
Then and there had passed her palm over to become the first lady
Then and there the flakes had uncovered the wild attachment
She cried, covering her vulgar laugh underneath her mask
She passed her palm over the thousands swirling in a s**ual rhythm.
She envenomed the Gods with a drink...
To procreate a war monster of a hundred years
The vitreous female within the web of Orion
(Do you hear the mighty steps above the waters!?
Their calling was heard, but no one saw their demonic wings...)
(The ages in which begriming the the faith and the race have never been so apt)
Don't ask, if it is eay to find the key in one of the sources of creation
If the fall of the hounds' faith is near
If the wrath of the pantheon still hears its flame at the corners of the world
Let's throw a shadow of crystal murders
Because this is the time - where birds can only fly
Upon the golden formation
Uopn a heap of thoughts
The pearls of the hounds' dog will crawl - in its mighty beauty
On a leash, dragged behind the godly chariots of war!!!
You will stand, like before, underneath the whip of Ancient Rome
In the frantic laugh of Sparta, I will push your brood off the mountain
Let the gales speak when the crows shall laugh!
Pick out the eyes so they can see!
The prophecies in which the background was found
For the end of millions of sheep eyes
This is the wolf era of truth - amongst the burning of sanctuaries lies!
In the hands of puppets - the sanctuaries of the world tremble
The cold wind still ripples the hue changing wate...
Creations of short breath shall crawl - forever!
Because these are the epochs of power, entangled and unified!
And the gale shall blow into the horn of victory - to all the corners of the world!
The victims, for the holes in time, shall be stopped in a vortex of vulgar laughs and eternal motionless!
Those, who bowed down to the hounded god,
Will now dip their necks, before the rings of power!
Seperated amongst dead embodiments - creatures of short breath!
Pick out the eyes so they can see!