A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these   The yearner, the hallows, the spectre and I   And the arrows pointed to the core   As songs are sung for the tender ones   The black thrash attack   Crack of thunder,   At dawn we slumber...   ...in these clumps of flesh   Its the black thrash attack   A rush of agony mixed lust and terror for these   The burden, the flock, the masters and I   And a fairytale was soaked in blood   As remembrance prowled on through the night   A whiff of divinity brought scents of murder to this   The heavens, the masquerade, the winged one and I   And our shades were gracefully enshrined   A sepulchral voice did drain the soakened sky   A slice of atrocity linked rage and pride   to the sight of the heavens in its last throes of death   And my hands shaked and curled triumphantly   In this black thrashing night of infernal hell...