The Sign Of Wrath Awaked - Setherial

Landscapes below, besmeared with angels blood

And rivers filled with tears from grim tortuer acts;

That dwells within the cold dungeon chambers

The agony of damned souls frozen the dim night

What can better than to dwell here, driven out of bliss

In this abhorred deep to utter woe

Where the inextinguishable flames must forever burn

Without hope or end…

As a great furnace flamed, yet from those flames

No light, but darkness visible…

A fire so high;

mighty and as a scythe sears the sky…

Brings scars in the face of god

They viewed the vast immeasurable abyss

Outrageous as sea, dark, wasteful, wild

Up from the bottom turned by furious and surging winds;

As mountains to assault heavens height

In the sign of Hell, the blood of angels enslaved

In the sign of the horned, where peace never can dwell

They viewed the vast immeasurable abyss

Outrageous as sea, dark, wasteful, wild

Up from the bottom turned by furious and surging winds;

As mountains to assault heavens height

«The gate is open and I command my disciples

To come forth from the pits of hell, and to grasp the kingdom

Of god with the infernal powers of darkness… "

So spake the voice, and clouds began to darken the hills

And smoke to roll in sudky wreaths, reluctant flames;

The sign of wrath awakened…

Before the gate there sat on each side two formidable shapes in

The gloom, two hounds of hell;

with wide ceberean jaws

The sign of wrath awaked…