As our time passed in endless oblivion
We took heed of the call
In a soul eating timeless communion
That came after our fall
Time and space bent around as our prison
A hall, made of shadows and grief
Now a crack formed inside of this shell
We at last may be pardoned and freed
Our swords strike tonight
The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right
Heavens above and Hell down below
Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war
We held on to a memory's fragment
To rеmind of our past
When we held an еternity's promise
But each day was our last
We had might we had conquered the knowledge
Of gods and of people alike
But we burnt our own wings in the process
Like moths that were drawn to the light
Our swords strike tonight
The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right
Heavens above and Hell down below
Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war
We endured our creator's betrayal
We remained proud and tall
Never gave in to light or to darkness
To control our own call
Time is here place is now to arise
From this grave that they made us call home
As we rip through this womb made of torment
We vow: all creation is foe
Our swords strike tonight
The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right
Heavens above and Hell down below
Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war
We took heed of the call
In a soul eating timeless communion
That came after our fall
Time and space bent around as our prison
A hall, made of shadows and grief
Now a crack formed inside of this shell
We at last may be pardoned and freed
Our swords strike tonight
The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right
Heavens above and Hell down below
Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war
We held on to a memory's fragment
To rеmind of our past
When we held an еternity's promise
But each day was our last
We had might we had conquered the knowledge
Of gods and of people alike
But we burnt our own wings in the process
Like moths that were drawn to the light
Our swords strike tonight
The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right
Heavens above and Hell down below
Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war
We endured our creator's betrayal
We remained proud and tall
Never gave in to light or to darkness
To control our own call
Time is here place is now to arise
From this grave that they made us call home
As we rip through this womb made of torment
We vow: all creation is foe
Our swords strike tonight
The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right
Heavens above and Hell down below
Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war
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