Rotting Christ - He, The Aethyr

In the sleepy night,
From a breezy bite,
Oh, Earth, your son born the sky,
The tireless shield of mankind.

Wake under a sun that scatters its shine,
And raise the stars from the field of the night.
Words full of faith that sounds so bright,
Scattered in ether but they are surmised.
Teach how to kill your blaze inside,
Preach how to leave the fear beside.
You infernal soul reveal the wise,
How the beauty borns, born from inside.

Born from inside and burn the angel,
Spawn, procreate and kill the menial.
Faint the light that comes from the blaze,
That crushes and razes all of your bowels.
Born from inside and burn the angel,
Spawn procreate and kill the menial.
Seed the thorn that bears the flame,
That burns inside you and willing to frame.

Oh, tireless shield of mankind,
The thorn of death so much chars me,
That my spark return to you,
And fire the stars that light the way to you.

Born from inside and burn the angel,
Spawn, procreate and kill the menial.
Faint the light that comes from the blaze,
That crushes and razes all of your bowels.
Born from inside and burn the angel,
Spawn procreate and kill the menial.
Seed the thorn that bears the flame,
That burns inside you and willing to frame.