Force of anger, Mordant senseless wrath

Manifold is the Terminus of oneself

Invocate ye lord of the Left-behinds

Preserve a seat for the weakened minds



Reserving that limpid yet so used

Veil of deceiving hostility

Close now is the threshold of insanity



Neverending force of hatred,

fear, them darkened spheres

Deprecated existence, Manifest of darkness be



Manifest for unspeakable actions

Fire sermons to condemn those fallen

Fallen from pride, fallen from the manger

Father, lend to me thy wisdom, Thy wisdom of old



Now all is clear:

"Pierce the side of the neverending blindness

Then thereby be it stated in the name of the forgotten

Father of Light, Father of Darkness

-I will not implore to no master of thine!"



Everflaming



Intemperate malice in the extreme

Forms are twisted, Everfalling

Crescent skies, the wait, The calling

Eyes unseeing, Stars rearrange

Tears of our blood running from the runes



Misgivings fall silent

Excitement stir up the spheres

My sweet Norderland



To reap the fields of ignorance and lies

Trails of omission swept away

Never be found again



Release of agony

So Hebulous, yet ominous is the Terminus

Flames of Hatred burn me

Firesoul - Hear me, Blinded fool

-Take heed to the forgotten twilight

Now kneel to the omniscient twilight



Crimson Winds, Ornaments in the dark

The weep of pain, Drowned by tears

Drowned by tears of Northerly blood

Runes of force,

Fulfillment of a sombre ordeal I know

"Pierce the side of the neverending blindness

Then thereby be it stated in the name of the forgotten

Father of Light, Father of Darkness

-I will not implore to no master of thin