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Fevered dreams seen thousands years past And still they linger on like a cold iron grasp The fires in heaven were like candles compared to this storm Of pyres burning darker gods who promised more than hope The desert god has wandered far Ten commands followed well Isis, Venus, Astarte Cursed with zealous rage Yet fables sweet they like to hear Of a cunt kissed by God And claim her as a virgin in their Fantasies undone This is the storm I bring Crushing down the sacred walls Unleashing all the whores Held by Vatican for their king Centuries of bloodshed ï¿½In hoc signo vinces!ï¿½ And constant Sodom was present with yet another pope Unlike meant in the scheme made by the heavens treacherous Lord The Babylonian conquered the virtue with the Vice and Sin My beauties Vice and Sin Letras de cancionesThe time has come for hordes of Hell to rise The storm in heaven was like breeze Compared to the coming war No more are they saved By the covers of book of life Wielding the grimoire of death I show That this is the print for the mankind Betrayal and trial Genocideous urge Is left with craving for the divine The part of the men so fucking Blind Like autumn forebode Was my fall My passions slashed By the heavens loving Lord I am the Seraph The fallen star And father I fell I fathered new nightmares Of the visions seen once in the ephemeral bed where I was wed to the Wisdom And to sights mind staggering of The world dank of bloodbaths Served by the cold-hearted hypopricks Mind-castrated for their God Like a garden mist covered And moonlit Was the lair where we lay Unaware of the jealous rage Scented by wild orchids and Aphrodisiac incense Were the mysteries revealed so Horrific and immense Enough to ruin and drown The drunken angel Saved for Lord were those sights The future veiled with the frights The same flavour in the seeds That passed the lips of hallowed Eve On that dreadful hollow eve The heavens eyes spied to see Like lovers in a play Were we cursed Where ever heavens held the sway You were cast down to the earth You proud Morningstar You wished to set your throne and reign Above the stars of Godï¿½ Your fucking God As the serpent life-bringer I curled around the priestessï¿½ breast The snake goddess and witches They greeted my counsel And to maidens of the moon I taught the priestsï¿½ weakness I am the fallen Seraph Dark archangel, mourning star The deceiver of the legends I teach the men to forsake the laws Thousand starlit nights I wandered Through streets of Babylon And I laid the traps for heaven's hordes Bewitching scarlet Magdalena That Leda, she blew the Lord His seed stillborn dried White as the lies he fed to ravens Exiled from (the) spherical heights With the same despise they felt When, unwinged, were hurled to die Into abyss from where The forsaken goddess rise With the storm we bring Crushing down the rotten walls And Hell knows we'll have victory Our cries shall be the joy of heavens nevermore Nevermore From Letras Mania