A Transylvanian Funeral - Blood of Seraphs

Darkness shrouds this ancient altar...
Blood stained brown from time forgot...
Rituals worked and offering burnt...
Blood to be spilled to blacken the earth...
Treacherous paths have led you here...
With no return to the mortal coil...
We call upon our lord again...
To resurrect the nephilim...

Hell is sated, demon beckons...
Army marches, unleashed fury...
Maelstrom churning, son is weeping...
Father fleeing, heaven falling...

Bestowed with blessing from below...
Our vision transcends mortal time...
Heed the word of serpent kin...
Who speak in tongues of ancient rhyme...
Unholy flames deny rebirth...
The spite of god incites rebellion...
Armored fist of retribution...
Destroys all holy opposition...

Gates are smashed as hell advances...
Trumpets chorus, now are silenced...
Foretold glory reigns unheeded...
God is dying, Satan rising...

Brands of flame bestow the mark...
Upon the flesh of sacrifice...
The lord of flies shall claim the dead...
And drink the blood of seraphim...
We are but one medium...
Instruments of Satan’s will...
To do his work upon this earth...
And crush the son of virgin birth...