Angel of Smokeless Fire Songtext
von Nightbringer
Angel of Smokeless Fire Songtext
Oh merciless Titan!
I direct my vision upon Thy terrible glare,
that our sight may conjoin as one.
For I have crawled out from the wombgrave of silent serenity,
rested my burning tongue in the cold waters of oblivion
and placed a skull atop the staff of my ascension.
Cloaked in starless night
have I journeyed upon the mare of shadow,
across mountains made of childrens′ bones
unto the saturnian springs
where I washed the face off my soul.
Soundless there,
I plunged my sword into the knot of existence.
With eyes covered in salt I beheld the Angel of smokeless fire,
singing wordless hymns through the chthonian winds,
piercing his voice through my chest,
void of heart, to awaken the pole unto which all iniquity is drawn.
Pulsating with death-like vigor,
I there was crowned upon a tomb
crowded with the glimmering reflections
upon the lunar lakes.
Eye gleaming with ancient terror
stolen from the Abysmal sparks
that dance above my anointed brow.
The Throne of shameless murder be my seat,
under which weight even the burden of life is crushed.
Devouring the Word of reason
to spew it into the bowels of the great Dragon,
so that I may become Dumah
The angel of the silence of death,
spreading the fourfold wings of solar Darkness
across the blind mass called ALL
I direct my vision upon Thy terrible glare,
that our sight may conjoin as one.
For I have crawled out from the wombgrave of silent serenity,
rested my burning tongue in the cold waters of oblivion
and placed a skull atop the staff of my ascension.
Cloaked in starless night
have I journeyed upon the mare of shadow,
across mountains made of childrens′ bones
unto the saturnian springs
where I washed the face off my soul.
Soundless there,
I plunged my sword into the knot of existence.
With eyes covered in salt I beheld the Angel of smokeless fire,
singing wordless hymns through the chthonian winds,
piercing his voice through my chest,
void of heart, to awaken the pole unto which all iniquity is drawn.
Pulsating with death-like vigor,
I there was crowned upon a tomb
crowded with the glimmering reflections
upon the lunar lakes.
Eye gleaming with ancient terror
stolen from the Abysmal sparks
that dance above my anointed brow.
The Throne of shameless murder be my seat,
under which weight even the burden of life is crushed.
Devouring the Word of reason
to spew it into the bowels of the great Dragon,
so that I may become Dumah
The angel of the silence of death,
spreading the fourfold wings of solar Darkness
across the blind mass called ALL
Writer(s): Dustin Selveen, Carl Adam Nordblom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com