The Last Wound

Halluzinations, blurred sight
Darkest shadows cast upon my crown..
One thousand years get more to come
- A thousand years, and they will be gone
As they lifted him up on to his cross
I was the splinter in his chest
The whipping scourge on his pale cheeks
And empty coffin for the dead
With fiery sword and harnessed wings
The light of a dead million stars
On the top of my spear I shall awake
Call me the Prince of Winter, call me the Lord of Wolves
Nightmare, endless, the freezing downs..
The sign of Upophis Destroyer, Star of Bestial Fornication
Ghemhamforash is forgotten
Five wounds of deliverance through wrath
The tree of Sephiroth is burnt
The joy of heavens exist no longer
A wooden rack to carry away the hope of the world
A state that is baptized to the Usurper Lord of Mayhem
..And the thorncrowned clown of miserable fate hath lost the battle
Aralim are weeping, poisoned nails split human flesh
The first one crackth the palm of lies no justice shall be done
The second fixeth the feeble hand which tried to put us down
The third and fourth they crush his feet
Which stalked the salty sea
Those are the nails that help us win Satanic Victory
The last wound on the naked corpse
The spear hath pierced his side
Our dream of vengeance hath come true
The gates stand open wide