Solstice winds at twilight

Moaning prophetic fear

A rising tide bears terror

Birthrise of the graven image



Fetid the night air

The stillbirth was not...

In the graveyard faith

Hell-born cloven hoof made flesh



I have seen the signs...

Famine, fire and plague.



Unhorned as of yet

But still (it) commands

The final conquest of peace

And lightning prays...



Mortals terror has now spread

Crest riding the winds of war

Hopelessnenss rapes in its wake

Birthrise of the graven image



I have seen the sighs...

Famine, fire and plague.



Unbroken ground in the boneyard

Lightning purifies in strike

Fire consecrates the rest

Birthrise of the graven image



Black clouds bury the dead sun

(as the) moon takes its rightful place

Dawn and morning are nevermore

Earth Bows to its new master

I have seen the signs...

These new horns need to crown



Birthrise