كلمات The Scourge

Asleep a thousand years, the guardian of the gate Awaiting in darkness, for the fugue to wake Angel of Salvation, turned slaughterer of souls Feeding on raptures, indisputable force Prepare for the coming of the Scourge Uriel of the Principalities Prepare for the coming of the Scourge Merciless, Flame of God! Intent is genocide, eradicate Seerkind End of all raptures, beneath his merciless fire Never can they hide, when he starts to seek Angel or Seraph, their executioner Prepare for the coming of the Scourge Uriel of the Principalities Prepare for the coming of the Scourge Merciless, Flame of God! I SEE YOU! I SMELL YOU! MY GIFT IS... EMPTINESS! Suddenly the Scourge wakes from it's treacherous throne of sand The wail of an infernal widow, the Scourge is ready to take his prize Indisputable sound of death laid in hiding for a thousand years He gazes at the void ashes of Seerkind is all in his mind! Prepare for the coming of the Scourge Uriel of the Principalities Prepare for the coming of the Scourge Merciless, Flame of God!