The Seventh Symphony of Satan - Forest Stream

Time!

As a demon I rise, feeling the hunger

I gather us for the final Sabbath at last on this night

And I fly as the nightshade attacks the light

As it makes me the strings of thy wrath and all-conquering sin

Down into the hunt!

Till the darkness allows

None of their bastions will be safe on this hour

Before the daylight devours our flesh, I wonder

How many will manage to flee?

This night is worth the whole life

Yet the prophecy says we all to be burnt in the pitiful dawn

So be it!

This oath’s yet to serve us:

In torments and deaths to unite!

Passing the burning cliffs

Our ship is leaving the bay

Remember us for the others won’t

As morning strikes

It feels the day

Up with the mass

Of deadly horror

It wakes the dead up

To proceed with rot

And thus provide them all

With new turmoil

Master!

Art thou hearing me call?

Through these storms that I’ve summoned

As a tribute to thy majesty!

Regard!

Oh, Almighty!

Thy mortal bride is prepared

And blessed she lies awaiting thee…

Thou, who allowed me to be thy choirs of sorrow

In ascendant stream of this symphony

Heavier are my wings, yet it was damn worth of trying

To reach this height to fall from so desperately

And here it comes…