Noctifer - Fuck-Totum (Archetype of the Last Tyrant) Lyrics

War-Machine, Bestower of Hate
Source of complaints and doom
Eye that stres dark horizons, so close
Fed by the Hate of a whole mourning mass
A rotten black mass, voices swallowed by the depth
Disturbed by the weight of their suffering
His watch spreads, inexorable
Spread, purifying the earth
Silent awaits
The great day of no-remorse
Poisonous Hate creeping into the ground
Stamped by shameless profaners
Cursed by the true shadow and the mark of an infamous misery
I see it in front of our eyes
Sentence of Death
A row of crosses, nibbled by the worms
Eyes imploring unto the Great Above
No resto to the holy guilty
In torment will be the long silence and for us, the Great Victory (who will see a different future?)
Follow the procession of the one who dares
The long night will wash away every sacred sin
Darkness will possess those, those who deserve in the most...