Fanthrash - Under the Open Sky

A retreat at the top of the world
Under the sky of curving horizons
A diamond refuge on the barren land
Where the night is naked
And clouds pregnant with light
Under the cold eye of space
Between the strata
Me, I persist

Fire and stone in the souls of my foes
Masses in madness, powerless fury
Clad in the cloak of primal might
I’d like to believe – here on my own

The sacrament of elemental synthesis
Icy palaces in the fiery majesty
The glimmer of galaxies in the depths of space
Leaden grayness of the drops of silence
I see strings with my spherical eye
Spidery fates of the visible world
The grace is the brand
I wanted not these scars

Under The Open Sky

The first signal he is here
Emptiness returning him to us
The pilgrim’s back with his sin
You know not the greatness of its might
The loops of time, relative fate
Chaos will flood your days
No time to avert the change
Our world into dust

Event Horizon
Golden Throne

Chaos, violence, death and war
The mortal coil will sound its song
No one sees, the blinded mob
Lives to see the next day
The ark from hell is drawing near
The signs outside your dreams
The herd feeds on the pack of lies
Night will never turn into day