No Dawn For Human Life
When the sky is but a grey flood of mist
That is when I turn to you, my blackened fire
Lend me the power of thy emperor goat
Before I fall to my miserable oblivion
I will not let them wear me down
You incompetent hypocrites, beware!
Oh I am mightier than you could ever imagine
They're waiting for my command...
To unleash Hell!
Oh, how you hate me, and I you
You planted this plague in me, it is of your hand
And now you despise your own creation
But I will not stray from my path
I am born to wander this cursed road,
Of clay, blood and endless hate and humiliation,
Through freezing, solitary nights...
... Yet I am not dead, only cold
Cold as Fimbul!
I hope your fate will fetch you soon,
I shall laugh pleasantly from my aerial throne,
I'll bear witness to your pitiful disaster,
With my pitch black raven eyes
When your god dies before your nose
How your world falls to ruins in an eyeblink
And the only thing you have left is you
How you slowly kill yourself
Hear my echoing laugh!
Here I await the dawn to end
For this night in blue I shall spend
By the ashen statues from whom I descend
When the last thunder roars, we shall rise again
There will come a hand grabbing for you, my friend
When you awake, the order has already been said;
No dawn for human life
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No Dawn For Human Life, which
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