Cirith Gorgor
			Through Woods of Darkness and Evil

 The Firestorm Apocalypse
(LYRICS: MARCHOSIAS)

We stand at the dawn of the battle of ages
And proudly raise our heads towards an endless blood red sky
Our heathen hearts are filled with melancholy and hate
For on this day the cursed ones will finally prevail

Fire in the sky – humanity will die
Cosmic winds of hate – sealing mankind’s fate
The feeble race stands frozen – realising they’re not chosen
Their dreams will end in pain – through universal bane

A ferocious yet majestic storm slowly rages on
Consuming the pathetic mortals’ realm of light
Celestial clouds are spitting astral flames without end
Reducing pitiful christian souls to blackened dust
Not a shadow nor a memory survives in this dimension
And even time itself is doomed to perish in the flames
Behold this day’s grotesque obliteration of mankind
A monumental tribute to the rise of utter darkness

A thousand silent centuries have passed
Still equilibrium is once again regained
Our heathen hearts are filled with melancholy and honour
And as we proudly raise our swords to hail the dark of night
A distant light marks the coming of a greater era…


Infinite Consecration
(LYRICS: ASTAROTH DAEMONUM)

Our citadel still stands
Our throne is not yet conquered
Our symbols are still consecrated
To the purity of the night

There is an ancient world to reveal
And once the gates may open wide
To gain the treasures of earth with splendid fire
And when all seems conquered and disdain
A breath of ancient death passes by
We celebrate the forthcoming dawn of might

Our devoted spirit dwells in melancholy
For we have wandered through most ancient times
Under the veils of darkness and light
When gazing through nightly eyes
True wisdom is still left to find

“This deep world of darkness do we dread?
How oft amidst thick clouds and dark doth heavn’s all-ruling sire
Choose to reside, his glory unobscur’d
And with the majesty of darkness round
Covers his throne, from whence deep thunders roar”

We wander cloaked by the colours of deep forests
We fight armed with steel shining like the brightest stars
We roam cloaked by the greyness of an empty dawn
And we reap the fields veiled by the blackness of the night
Now the time of harvest has come close by
And soon we shall conquer the essence of shadows and light

Our citadel stands strong
Our throne will never be conquered
Our symbols eternally devoted
To the essence of the night


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