The Ancient Crown of Glory - Ragnarok

Sick senses and the arms straight out in the dark

His silence, screaming without a sound

Bowing his head setting the crown on the right, slowly turning

The eyes of glory, the old one you never knew, the eyes you never knew

Gazing from the shadow, crippled hands towards your skin

Moving in for the slashing, rushing through the light

The man is silent, yet the chaos overwhelming, serving the greater

The man you knew so well

Forcing your eyes to open, where lies remains of the harvesting of the damned

Madman serving hellish winds, the old man drooling, on his once own blood

The eyes you never knew

Ripping your wounds, who is the tailor of these, macabre, senses of death

Rattling your bones, from what raises the spells setting fire to the flesh

The eyes you never knew

Forcing your eyes to open, no remains beyond the harvest

Madman serves the hellish winds, old man’s ancient crown of glory,

glory Sathanas