Blasphemy (Strech Your Hand to the Evil) - Frost*

STRETCH YOUR HAND TO THE EVIL!

LOOK UP TO THE SKY,

RAISE UP YOUR DARK RESPECT!

DREAM THE REDEMPTION,

BUT HE DOESN’T COME!

ROTTING CHURCH OF YOUR DYING HEART

BECAME TORMENTING PRISON OF YOUR SOUL.

THE WORLD EXPEL YOU FROM ITSELF,

YOU ARE SWEPT AWAY ALONE

DARK RIVER’S WATER BURNS COLDLY

IN YOUR ANGELIC FACE.

NOW, LET IT TO TAKE AWAY,

UNFOLD YOUR DARK WINGS IN THE BLACK SKY!

FLY WITHOUT RESTRICTION ABOVE

THE GODLESS PLAINS AND WATERS!

BLAZE THE FIRE IN YOURSELF,

CONSUME YOU THE PAINFUL RAPTURE!

STRETCH YOUR HAND TO THE EVIL!

CLEAVE INTO YOU THE ARROW OF HATRED,

THROW YOUR TORTURES OFF…

THROW YOUR TORTURES OFF!

STRETCH YOUR HAND TO THE EVIL!

CLEAVE INTO THE ARROW OF HATRED,

THROW YOUR TORTURES OFF…

THROW YOUR TORTURES OFF!

THE RESPECT OF YOUR GLOWING EYES

BECOME LIGHT

ON THE COLD ROCKS OF UNIVERSE,

THE EYE OF MOON!

YOUR BLOOD GIVES DRINK TO THE SUN,

THE NIGHTFALL BECOME BLOODRED,

FOREVER…

…BLOODRED FOREVER