For All Slaves The Cold March to the Scorched Gates Lyrics

For who can claim to know the antichrist?
I say that he is Dionysian.

When the road divided before me
Led the paths I foresaw, overgrown,
And there I yield
To a truth revealed,
In branded flesh by a burning light.

Disorder, torment and chaos reign.
So sickly the false annexation
Defy a forceful abdication
To evermore obey
the order of decay.

The conquest is impotent
to an elegance and imminence…
A mockery, the annexation
Trapped in the corruption of a ruined nation.

Refuse the aimless wandering of rapture
What convoluted elations you seek
Diminish upon their capture.

Down, held within the blazing prison
Of the red rifts to wine, from fire to blood
In bonds of hedonism.
For who can know the Antichrist?
I say that he is Dionysian.