Infernal Harrowing Songtext
von Blacksoul Seraphim

O, take flight, ye scorned and scarred
To dimensions known only to aberrants such as we are
Ire stirs against the sowers of sin
The infernal harrowing begins

Raise broken blades
Grand lances adorned with rust
They carry the power, still
To crush devils′ bones to dust

Though our deeds may go unseen
And spirits remain ever torn
Vindication is within our grasp
None shall be mourned

Bereft of succor and bliss
The accursed firmament
No sacred voices abjure
The fiendish defile without relent


Thus, vengeance instills
To enkindle our souls once more
Awash in befouled blood
Our sanity is restored

Our onslaught falters against a stark reflection
The unhallowed truth that we deny
Arrogance is the shameful mantle we wear
'Tis justice that in battle we are to die

And so, we carve a path to absolution
Remove the wicked roots for revolution
Steeped in the bile of traducers and beasts
May we rise from our disgrace unto heavenly surcease

And lo, a forgotten sun bears the warmth
Rejoice, for the battle is won
Malediction shall ever seek subversion
Paradise lies obscured, but never undone

The wonders of the heavens
Manifest in florid aurora
May all mortal flesh be redeemed
By this infernal harrowing in awe