Versuri Arcane Grail - Frightful Night Of Revenge

Album: Arcane Grail - Mysteries Of The Ancient Charnel

[Verses by Demether; music by Eugen]

Every fullmoon blood begins to run through sinews of the greatest king of Goths
He wakes up angry going spread the death around for the famous glory of his own God
Great malice lighteth bloody eyes, the frightful pain will scream insight
Hell right through time revenge be sweet, his bones have crushed but soul cant die

His time has come hell shed the blood of thousands slain by his succinite brand

From the cemetery of silence, from the cemetery of death
King will ride to cruel future he has found a living path
No one angel takes a risk to show his face before the king
Even Gorgons pale before him, hes afraid his magic ring

The King withdraws the wargs from their subterranean graves,
He harnesseth the chariot and summoneth the ghouls
But spirit of the death whispereth him that they couldnt raise
The dead Goth decide to resort to the secrecies of blooms

And then suddenly...

Saliva of the Great Wolf-leader
Waters the mould of cemeterys tombs
Corpses dwell by this nature of fear
And coming from their loved riven wombs

In the center of the graveyard servants of demons are gathering
The king-ghost organized the significant council
Recall of avenge mournfully sounding on his lifeless lips
He tempteth corses by the fresh human blood,
After that the king stood the forces on their bony knees
And makes them pray for almighty Phoebe, the goddess of moon and flood

And the countenance of the luna smiles back!

Elimer, the founder of Grth was sworn enemy of Goths
And the king on his deathbed takes an oath to destroy the walls
Of the settlement of the own enemys despicable posterity
And later the centuries hell exhaust the mission of his destiny

[Germanareh screams in darkness:]
My succinite sword shall slaughter thee,
Thy cattle, christian village & tribe
And certainly thy damned seed

If you found the reign of darkness,
You will find a sentry lee!

Hitherto unbloodied umbrae of gothic warriors arose the swords above their heads and hailed:

Vivat Rex!

And glorious Kings throwing up his hand crowned by firmaments stars
Only his formidable aspect inspireth the awe in souls of arch
And sepulchral obscurity filleth the hearts

Germanareh leads his troops of ghouls in the name of dark
Great warriors expires in the nocturnal sky its blood-curdling howl,
Rotting roots of ancient trees begin to moaning under dreadful armys march
And endless forest covered by odour of death in the bloodshot Devils bowl

Wicked spirits stand at the edge of the forest
Their caddish glance lowered on the dell
The neighbourhood reddened by flames of hearth
In the next instant the horde from Hell
Darting off to the village and
Their holy path was deified by argent-gleamy moon
A succinite sword glares in the Kings hand
The ghouls fell from welkin i th hazing gloom

Their attack was unexpected, people couldnt hide in dwellings
So men have to fight for freedom, for their lives against the Evil
Ghosts have burned so many houses that the murk have turned to bright light
Fearful thunder have announced the beginning of the Great Fight
Bloody rivers flew from high hills irrigating soil of graveyard
All the soldiers fought in battle for the fame of Germanareh
They will sacrifice their bodies cause they serve to Devils main guard
Hes the chosen one of spirits and he knows hell be their monarch

Hundred men have died in moment tho they fought in rage and courage
Women, children and the elders run to church for the salvation
They believe in their Ransomer which hath always helped in troubles
Ghosts have charred the shrine with people, - there came a suffocation

The antiquity of the precious cathedrals walls begin to decay
Under the yoke of unbearable Deaths shout
And thrusts by spirits swords, but the Holy Ghost cant betray
The christians of Grth and their souls to be proud
...but only death they found!

Ghouls have stormed the church all night
Women have defended children
Earth felt beams of divine light
Felon schemes of ghouls have crumbled

Took away the corses underneath the bed of graveyard
They began to feast glorifying their valour

(Gothic tales of Schwarswald preserves this appalling night unblemished: expression of demons eyes, their armour and sudden evaporation with first rays of the dawn).

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