Dark entities bear me upon chaotic winds   The end has been summoned   The black gate has opened   The rides have appeared   To descend upon the lambs   Crying for the black tears of the fallen angels   Screaming for the true wisdom of the ancient ones   I grasp the charred hands that reach towards me   And fly on the howling winds of the storm      Tearing… across the vast storm front   Borne by the storm   Riding the chaos winds   Pure fire blazes in my eyes   As I lead the host across the skies   A figure shrouded in tattered cloak of night   Stands atop the Great Mountain and curses the stars   He beckons down the spiritual forces from nebulae beyond   His dripping wrath empowers the host as they race across the sky      The seas are boiling, the heavens are churning   The hell spawned mass cavorts on high   The earth ablaze, our lands our burning   The final hour is nigh...