Testo di 'Saints Of Sin' di Alyiria

Shadeless motes of orphan lights
Refrain to the spurned by the setting of a dying Sun
Linger as a wisp in the chest
The Dynasty of Shadows fated to never reign

We are the abyssal children
We should not deny the Nature
Our very existence
This Gown sewn in our skin
Will be burned away with fire of pure knowledge

We hail the first to sin
And the crooked lines which misled belief

The darkness is a mantle
For the wretched to find succor
These words ring true out of the blue
We shouldn't serve instead of rule

Saints enamored of a Pregnant Dark
Once misled they've gone to die
Serving to their own desire
Saints that wished to die
Our duty is to finish what they couldn't start

Clockwise their souls are inlaid
Glutton voids imprint in the circle
Imprint of divinity shedding to immobility
As the gates are made open wide

Now witness the cracking of the sky!
The Moon plummets into the seas!
Raging tides rape the shores!
Mother is untethered as landscapes burn!

Highly sung heroes hark! As I writhe unseen
Neither king nor lowborn will stand up to me
When spurned from the stars I found rest in here
I will now be your all-powerful deity!
I will build me a throne in the top of this world
Where I once stood over all my children
I penetrate these slits as I crush the mountains
Dancing over the corpses of your puny gods!

Raping, stripping, all for our lady
Blood evaporating, making things shady
The darkness' hand, hovering over our heads
The smell of entrails, filling the air
Take that corpse, and bring it to me
Let me relieve my own depravity

Shadeless motes of phantom lights
Refrain to the spurned by the coming of the Shattered Moon
Linger as a blight in the skin
Of the harrowing church that abhor our sin!
We are the abyssal children

We have forgotten the nature of our very existence
These nails thrust in our flesh
Will be crushed with the towering might of our goddess

Fleeting hopes of hollow lives
Drained quite exquisitely to bow submissively
In lighted pools of murky blood that flows
From the severed head of an aghast priest

For we to revel in the absence of light
The imminent arrival of the Horrid Spawn
The five-pointed stars zenith at last
The ritual done now let us pray

Our nurturing mother adrift in the sky
Thy name unsaid thy wings enflamed
Let me be thy vessel O knowing one!
Let me be the hand that weaves thy wish
And slaves the thralls that prowl your fields
So that the seeds of thy return are sown
So that the bleed of thy kin be sipped

Enthroned we'll master this earth
Our dark line remains unscathed
The true heirs of this domain
Second below Mother our wills reign supreme!
We were cut off of this knowledge, now we reappear
So, preach for the ultimate sin!