The Serpents Harvest

Feel the burning flame As the sun in the desert sand Sense the grief as the knives of torment shreds your soul Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape Hordes from infernal wastelands united under blackened wings Souls under the serpents banner with common flesh but a heart of scorn and painfull anger Orgy of destruction, a "gesture of might" Gaze at the grey sky, hatred and poison And from the vast towers of the underworld One could see shadows of them in dark caves and endless halls Trample down the bronze Gate of Tartaros Patient earthly men with blood-filled chalices Greeting their arrival for the battle of the ages is at hand And when the garish slave of the seeds of life has turned into a torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep Stare into the galactic fog Armageddon has been achieved