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Blow the winds of war

with' em all tragedies

that arrive devouring

the lovers putrid shadow.

The souls burn, swords nail on them

sinister holocaust,

divine holocaust

in the red coloured sky.

The blackest hordes

dressed of spells

like the infernal beasts

seducing to death.

The souls burn, swords nail on them

sinister holocaust,

divine holocaust

in the red coloured ecstasy.

...Angels fallen from grace

waiting for the dusk

seraphs loses their harps

(with the Avernal Duke step).

It tear the black veil;

the unholy discord.

It tear the black veil;

behind it the eyes of Satan.