Mephorash - 777: Third Woe

Текст:

Trumpets of Hell!
Trumpets of Heaven!
Trumpets of Hell!
Trumpets of Heaven!

Calling for Judgement
Crying in Vengeance
Alas, ’tis the day
When the light and the dark are reaping together!
Chiara!
Scura!
Chiaroscuro!
A key made of silver and a key made of gold, unlocking the visions of what's been foretold!
A temple for god and so men alike, built on the grave of treason and falsehood!

Carry the tombstone, up to the grave.
Mounted Inverted! With flesh burning brave!
A lakh of eyes! A lakh of limbs!
A million tears, yet free from sin!

Two-headed demon, two-headed hound!
One mouth to heaven, and the other to the ground.
A tounge split in half!
A scale covered shade!
Eyes bearing stripes!
Fangs sharp as blades!

Exhuberant screams! Moaning in lust!
A hand to the sky, and the other in dust!

A key made of silver and a key made of gold, unlocking the visions of what's been foretold!
A temple for god and so men alike, built on the grave of treason and falsehood!
Carry the tombstone, up to the grave.
Mounted Inverted! With flesh burning brave!
A lakh of eyes! A lakh of limbs!
A million tears, yet free from sin!

Trumpets of hell! Trumpets of Heaven!

Calling for Judgement
Crying in Vengeance
Alas, ’tis the day
When the light and the dark are reaping together!
Chiara!
Scura!