And whan the moon showed us the midnight hour, the
bells rang their cries of death. From the tower of
the black tomb the sky got stained by this bats
and lighting gave us a glimp of the massive
graveyard stones. "It is time O'Lord of
Wolves, prepare to rise up from Thy tomb and bless
us with imperial blood". We cried the words
towards the clouds which stood still and watched
us deep below.
An unhearable tremor raised in the ground and
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/4c5m ]introduced the coming. Our Master of the Undead
Legion had made his way through the holy earth he
was buried in. Centuries ago he got caught and
paid for his bloodred lusts. A priest of god had
brought him down and put him in the earth to rest.
But the evil forces that bonded his flesh were
stronger then god's cage. And with the blood of
our sacrifice we released His Mighty Grace.
With a strike of thunder the earth burst open and
released the one kept silent. A mighty figure of
anger and hate floating on the air of death. He
stared at us, his followers, kneeled down on the
grave. "Servants of mine. I bless thee for my
resurrection" he spoke before he flew away.