Storm of will

Through your vision
We reach for the sanctity of immortality
Holiness realized by the flame
Which darkness breeds and light consumes

Hearken, comrades
For all of you resound to my call
May this sweet incantation echo in your hearts
May it darken each ruin of man

Gather your pyres
Breathe your flame
Into the nightly bonfires
Now is the time for Lucifer's arrival

The blinding beacon emits His glance
Through this spoiled heart and by this morbid mind
Flesh now stands submissive and conquered
Stepped aside for the black will of iron

One with them I am
One is this storm of will
One are the elements as they destroy
Uniting in a ritual of ethereal creation

Against the illusion of time
As above, so below
The keys turn and the wheels swirl
The spell blackens the skies once again

Through this vision
Divine apocalypse conquers the earth
Harnessed is the cursed flesh
In disposal of His iron will

Harnessed is the cursed flesh
In disposal of His iron will