Prodigia comploratus

Silens, oro

Regnet exitium.

Days of warning

Night brings mourning

My prayers wordless

Heaven is burning down

I walk stricken

Pitch-black vision

Oh One, save me

Caress my weary eyes

Darkest Lord

Your mercy shall I gain

Strike the match

Engulf the earth in flames, in flames, in flames, in flames

Nature quaking

Prophets aching

I kneel faithful

Damnation cracks the sky

My heart fiction

Superstition

Your grace deathless

Give life to my last breath

Darkest Lord

Your mercy shall I gain

Strike the match

Engulf the earth in flames, in flames, in flames, in flames

Grant them eternal rest, oh Lord

Embrace them into your army of undead

Strike with vengeance those who oppose your will

And lay waste to all those who shall be sent before you

Walk with them and shield them from the blinding light of servitude

And devastate your enemies as they die by your hand.

Amen

Prodigia comploratus

Silens, oro

Regnet exitium.

Rise from ashes

Violent clashes

My soul, vacant

Cleanse me of all this sin

I stand guilty

I bleed filthy

Born of fire

Savor this final hour

Darkest Lord

Your mercy shall I gain

Strike the match

Engulf the earth in flames, in flames, in flames, in flames