The Calling

The prophecy announces the advent of the Lord
A day conceived by evil and predicted by the ancients

The darkness now awaits with impatience the day of truth
When the blood of mortals will flow into the seas of earth
The Angels of the superior skies will not change their destiny anymore
They will only wait to fight a war already lost
Too much it is the hate of their enemies and great it is their army
And great is their army

The war of the two worlds
The battle of the lost heavens
Only one symbol will domain eternally

The sons of evil breath the air on earth
The scent of flowers changes in a rotten smell of death

The Angels of the inferior circle will be fed with the nectar of humanity
The bells preannounce the calling playing the death's song
The promised lands trembles and gets wound by obscurity
Hordes of black warriors come out from the abyss to raise the flag of hate
Writing new pages of the history of the apocalypse
Of the apocalypse

The war of the two worlds
The battle of the lost heavens
Only one symbol will domain eternally

The taste of blood removes the thirst of demons
Thirsty of incomplete atrocities now set free by the calling

From the dominating skies the angels begin to fall
While clouds dense of sins wrap their heavens
This dying world preannounces the new kingdom
The kingdom of the worms
The kingdom of the worms

The taste of blood removes the thirst of demons
Thirsty of incomplete atrocities now set free by the calling

The kingdom of the worms
The kingdom of the worms

From the dominating skies the angels begin to fall
While clouds dense of sins wrap their heavens
This dying world preannounces the new kingdom
The kingdom of the worms
The kingdom of the worms