Cryptic Tales - Like in the Darkest Stormy Nights

For thousands of years the freezing wind
Stroked the grave idly and persistently
In a slow exhumation act
He unearthed ancient truths

Holy flames courted death with darkness for too long
Swallowing the wood of old torches

Revenge blasting with its extent
In a contemptuous pose lay in shade
She knew, she – the hellish whore
How much she was longed for

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights

He who stands to fight at her holy side
Will lift a black sword in a Maltese carnage
He who blunts the blade of the holy sword
Will spit blasphemies from her filthy womb

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights

Like the darkest stormy nights …

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights …

Blades of holy arms
Will flash in the moon’s flare
The essence of Hades
Will foam under the whip of the dead sailors

The fools will kneel under the haunted pack
United under the hymn of The God of War
The horns will blow with pandemoniac sound
Like in the darkest stormy nights

For thousands of years the freezing wind
Stroked the grave idly and persistently
In a slow exhumation act
He unearthed ancient truths

Holy flames courted death with darkness for too long
Swallowing the wood of old torches

Revenge blasting with its extent
In a contemptuous pose lay in shade
She knew, she – the hellish whore
How much she was longed for

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights