The Theatre of War Lyrics
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Album | The Shadow Weaver(2020) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Symphonic Black Metal |
Labels | Independent |
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7. The Theatre of War (7:02)
Onwards to the theatre of war!
Darkness eclipsed with crimson ferocity
The battlefield branded with strides of animosity.
Arms drawn, the pawns are set, obliterate!
The zeal of annihilation my forfeit.
Over the horizon awaits the embrace of demise.
Twilight consumed, the sun never to rise.
Carried by the wings of hate
Victory shall be mine.
This I anticipate!
Carried by the wings of hate
Victory shall be mine.
This I anticipate!
Drawing near to the journey's end
Accession at the gates.
My reverence at a loss.
The curse of revenge.
Patiently my target awaits.
Brazenly we clash, the impact erupting,
The sky is set ablaze
With each heavy blow of my bludgeoning blade.
Remnants of my soul reform in the haze.
Victory is mine!
Triumph resonates!
The sky is set ablaze
With each heavy blow of my bludgeoning blade.
Remnants of my soul reform in the haze.
Arisen with wings of hate
Exhausted forces emanate.
Carnage has reached its sum.
Who has won?
Arisen with wings of hate
Exhausted forces emanate.
Carnage has reached its sum.
Who has won?
The victor remains unknown.
Darkness eclipsed with crimson ferocity
The battlefield branded with strides of animosity.
Arms drawn, the pawns are set, obliterate!
The zeal of annihilation my forfeit.
Over the horizon awaits the embrace of demise.
Twilight consumed, the sun never to rise.
Carried by the wings of hate
Victory shall be mine.
This I anticipate!
Carried by the wings of hate
Victory shall be mine.
This I anticipate!
Drawing near to the journey's end
Accession at the gates.
My reverence at a loss.
The curse of revenge.
Patiently my target awaits.
Brazenly we clash, the impact erupting,
The sky is set ablaze
With each heavy blow of my bludgeoning blade.
Remnants of my soul reform in the haze.
Victory is mine!
Triumph resonates!
The sky is set ablaze
With each heavy blow of my bludgeoning blade.
Remnants of my soul reform in the haze.
Arisen with wings of hate
Exhausted forces emanate.
Carnage has reached its sum.
Who has won?
Arisen with wings of hate
Exhausted forces emanate.
Carnage has reached its sum.
Who has won?
The victor remains unknown.
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The Shadow Weaver - Lyrics
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- Studio Fredman : Mastering
- Luciferium War Graphics : Cover Artwork, Layout