Tragedy and triumph - Mallevs Maleficarvm

Walking over fields of deads

Slicing through flesh and bones

Crushing a thousand heads

Hearing one million moans

Aeons of war behind us

Looking at a starless sky

My face is covered in blood

I’ve seen many kings rise

Every holyness crushed with pride

I call upon the demon sky

Raised the torch of Satana flame

As he will turn a blind eye

Lungs filled with iron

Breathing swords and speaking chains

Now die the death of your Messiah

Die the death of all your saints

First we die then be reborn

We will come back as a swarm

We are the calm and the storm

We’ll unleash our final form

Triumph!