Words Of The Prophet - Thyrane

I readthe signs from the eyes of the dead, and saw the seed of still-born

tomorrow

I heard the future from the realms of hell, the symphonies burdened with sorrow

There would be a Messiah, not quite the saviour they promised you

In Him the sensations of pain arise, He is the redeemer, the devourer of light

From the fear inside you would born disorder

Spreading like rats upon ruins (like despair among angels.)

Bringing forth the «apocalypse» and all it holds inside

The true gift from the kingdoms beyond

There would be a messiah, not quite the saviour they promised you

In Him all nightmares resite

He is the redeemer, the devourer of fucking light…

…And there would be legions triumphant!

Bloodstained hands speaking of their devotion

Thousand times thousand wings would whip the air

Inbred bastards of jehovah!!!

No need to fear the abyss, no need to shed a tear, not a single soul would

Be sent to hell…

…For Hell is what we’d have here!