The black flame has been burned
Through declared dead it was and will be burning in our ill-will
Towards the ones who pervert life and fate
It's raging in our art
Lamently purifies our hearts
Ensouled by it we are
This flesh is doomed to decay
But the torch will reach strong hands to come
And though the populace may have forgotten it
It's there and growing with their impudence
It's growing
It's growing with their infamy
And both their growing fast and constantly
A piece of Hell on our human necks
It's the reminiscence of imperial wrath
No mercy for the self possessed, the ignorant
Our flame will illuminate their turpitude
In our collective being it will take its second shape
The emperor returns with death on his lips
If you dig his Earth you'll sink in his ground
You'll feel the abyss
You know it's there
Even though you can't see it
In the cold breath in your neck
When the circle of interest tightens around you
In your bleeding darkness
When splinters of halo cut your skin
Conceived by the few
feared by the masses
Exalted by the few
And damned by the masses
No mercy for the self possessed, the ignorant
Our flame will illuminate their turpitude
In our collective being it will take its second shape
The emperor returns with death on his lips
If you dig his Earth you'll sink in his ground
You'll feel the abyss
You know it's there

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS