Fatadical Date


From his darkest desires

From hate caused by his suffering

From his horde of faithfuls in trance

From his thirst of blood and death

Will be born a storm of torpor

And horror succeeds hypocrisy

Last judgement will be proclaimed

For a long time the executioner waits for them

He won't have a pity

The fire of live coals already burn

When flames of pureness turn over inquisition

When flower of evil spreads as a death wind

When blood pours on last sabbath's a dark altar

Then he will come back and declare his reign

And hunt Jehovah's angels from his people's soul.

Then christ will return on his cross

It will be the Holy Trinity's end

The humiliated prince goes back on his throne

And story can finally start...

By the holy road you return

By your sacrifice's blood

By gift of your soul to the master

And reject of church's baptism

You calm torment of his spirit

You give him force to fight

And your help will be rewarded!