VII Dogma Of Mercy

So the vault parted and they saw heaven's army
Obsessive horns moaned
Teasing the senses with battle secretion
The betrayed dogma of mercy
Horrified kneeled in blood
And the hordes moved on
Released from hell to slaughter

Legions fell into darkness
Slashed by the archangel's wing
Resting under the vault of a crypt
Waiting for the exhumation

Blue lips whispered
Last prayers
Revengeful desires
Disunited thighs of death
Embraced the deceased
In a warm welcome

Wicked howl of a wolf
Like a whisper of blue lips
Pierced the woods with hatred
Stained with the Dead blood

Auricle of darkness
Intensively bent
Like an executioner of the last wish
With an empty eye hole
Set into nothingness
She pointed the vector of the triumphant flight
Through the holy flames, of nation's inheritance
Towards the infinite night
Towards the gates of hell

The gates of hell

Legions fell into darkness
Slashed by the archangel's wing
Resting under the vault of a crypt
Waiting for the exhumation

Await the night
The gates of the crypt will part
To fulfill the vow of wolf's house
Before the dawn

When the woods are enveloped
With the veil of mist
Ancient gravedigger
Rapturously gulps
Freezing north wind
Cuts the binds of death
Of the dead
Of the condemned

Auricle of darkness
Intensively bent
Like an executioner of the last wish
With an empty eye hole
Set into nothingness
She pointed the vector of the triumphant flight
Through the holy flames, of nation's inheritance
Towards the infinite night
Towards the gates of hell

The gates of hell

So the vault parted and they saw heaven's army
Obsessive horns moaned
Teasing the senses with battle secretion
The betrayed dogma of mercy
Horrified kneeled in blood
And the hordes moved on
Released from hell to slaughter

Blue lips whispered
Last prayers
Revengeful desires
Disunited thighs of death
Embraced the deceased
In a warm welcome

On holy hills
The fires will light again
Blades lost in heaven
Will fall in thirst for blood

Auricle of darkness
Intensively bent
Like an executioner of the last wish
With an empty eye hole
Set into nothingness
She pointed the vector of the triumphant flight
Trough the holy flames, of nation's inheritance
Towards the infinite night
Towards the gates of hell

The gates of hell