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Asleep a thousand years, the guardian of the gate

Awaiting in darkness, for the fugue to wake

Angel of Salvation, turned slaughterer of souls

Feeding on raptures, indisputable force

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge

Uriel of the Principalities

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge

Merciless, Flame of God!

Intent is genocide, eradicate Seerkind

End of all raptures, beneath his merciless fire

Never can they hide, when he starts to seek

Angel or Seraph, their executioner

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge

Uriel of the Principalities

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge

Merciless, Flame of God!

I SEE YOU!

I SMELL YOU!

MY GIFT IS...

EMPTINESS!

Suddenly the Scourge wakes

from it's treacherous throne of sand

The wail of an infernal widow,

the Scourge is ready to take his prize

Indisputable sound of death

laid in hiding for a thousand years

He gazes at the void

ashes of Seerkind is all in his mind!

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge

Uriel of the Principalities

Prepare for the coming of the Scourge

Merciless, Flame of God!