Burning Velvet Palanquin - Twilight Ophera

Empress of the black empyrean

Evoke the children of enthroned Queen

To worship Her in the burning velvet palanquin

Bring us the wisdom within

The forgotten sagas of ancient glory

Fulfill the divination of the world domination

Symphony of the prevailing forces

Composed by bloody strings

On carnage of slain hordes

Give us the strength in this war everlasting

The strength to fasten on the hilt of sword

And conquer the fortress of ignorance and weakness

Lowering clouds hide tomorrow’s eyes

Like the enigma of masqueraded lies

World of hypocrisy — punished with massacre

Deniers soul — torn drifted to the dust

From the cradle to the grave

For the nebula of your eyes we rise the blade

In the constellation of supremacy

Morning star rises for your victory

The beloved of immemorial alliance

Incantation for the enormity we solicit

Spirits of the night set forth your overture

With blood falling angels stain the chaotic sphere

Queen with her ensemble of symphony

Arrives to incorporate heaven to Her black empire