Lethal wing's shadow throw
Shall smite the soul of the foe below
While breath of the lucid sky
Will caress my skin's conterfei

Push my head in the breeze
I catch the storm in my cape
Thus these winds I'll seize
My course for the abyss I shape

I sink downwards
See men flee through streets
Over meneacing swords
My dream circle leads
Like my screaming longings
Beats of my wings
Til the monilith of fire
will follow its growing instincts

Didn't know the answers
to suggestive riddles play
Ye pray, caddle, cancers
Feel thy flesh melting away

Whenever ye find
Whenever ye find to steal themselves away
Whenever ye find
Whenever ye find the new secret doorways
Whenever ye find
Whenever ye find that their plans mature
Who bedide these blind !
Whenever ye find - Percutantur !

Days of carnage - taste on my lips
my fatherly emotions rape
Days of rampage - lava gore drips
my daughtery inner strife
Days of bloodshed - embering darkening
special efforts shape
Days of thorny bed - of inner suffering
ban faults to a newborn life !

Crippled life !

Down to thy knees !

Hark, since humans memory
I have stood among you
In this air I am the agency
Confined within astral taboo
During all of your imprisonment
thou art the first I have seen
Who's worthy to understand
that lungs feed I have been

Come taste mithral sweetness
that will strenghten thee
Test its balances fineness
feel how it became edgy
Thus draw this taste for progress
wield it in mortal agony
In a bloodthirsty excess sacrifice
times and landed property

And so it will serve thee
in the manner of his kind
Thoughts begating heresy
and this cuts all, ye blind

Didn't know the answers
to suggestive riddles play
Ye pray, caddle, cancers
Feel thy flesh melting away

Whenever ye find
Whenever ye find to steal themselves away
Whenever ye find
Whenever ye find the new secret doorways
Whenever ye find
Whenever ye find that their plans mature
Who bedide these blind !
Whenever ye find - Percutantur !

So compliant thou tasted me
This I call thy first mistake
And willingly thou felt me
Tis named thy second mistake !
Alas ye foolish captives
whoom I dedicate my wakes
I verily didn't allow thee
to make three mistakes !

Sela !