The four winds shall cast a shadow of anger upon earth,
first comes darkness, then chaos,
followed by panic...to finally bring rage...renewal is at hand...

Und der Erste ging hin, und goss seine Schale aus auf die Erde
Und es entstand ein boeses und schlimmes Geschwuer an den Menschen
Die das Zeichen des Tieres hatten, und sein Bild anbeteten
Und der zweite Engel goss aus seine Schale ins Meer
Und es wurde zu Blut wie von einem Toten
Und alle lebendigen Wesen im Meer starben
Und der dritte Engel, goss aus seine Schale in die Wasserstroeme und
Die Wasserquellen und sie wurden zu Blut...
Und ich hoerte den Engel der Wasser sagen:
Gerecht bist Du, der Du bist und der Du warst...Du heiliger,
dass Du dieses Urteil gesprochen hast...denn sie haben
das Blut der Heiligen und der Propheten vergossen,
und Blut hast Du ihnen zu trinken gegeben!

Time runs short and shorter still, as bodies fade and die
The plague now unites us, and in death we're so alike
As clergy, noble or poor...
The archangels wrath as blood now drowns our world
The sins of mankind, The plague, the price that we now pay...

As in the 15th century, man will fall to a plague of mass calamity...
renewal is at hand...

BEHOLD THE FLUID SO SACRED. ENSHROUDED BY TIME AND THOSE WHO FORSAW
THE END I AM CALAMITY AND I AM THE PLAGUE, THE
THIRD ANGEL HAS BLOWN HIS HORN FROM THE COLD VOID COMES
VERMOUTH THE STAR TO SOUR THE SOIL OF MAN.

BED TO REST MANKIND FOR SANCTUARIES ARE NOW ABBATOIRES AS
THE TEMPLE OF GOD SHELTERS THOSE SOON TO DIE.

FROM THE DISTANT HORIZON, BEYOND THE SCARLETT NEMESIS, WE
HEAR THE SONG OF THE END - VERMOUTH, SOUR POISON FROM THE
STARS.
DARK SORCERY, EDEN ON ITS KNEES...A PALACE OF POISON WHERE
LUSTFUL THE VIRGIN MINGLES WITH HELLS INFERNAL HOST...

BITTER WINE, DARK FLUID OF DECEPTION, DROWSES THE MIND OF MAN...
TETRAGRAMMATON

And the third angel blew his horn, and a great star fell from heaven,
burning like a torch...
Revelations 8.10...renewal is at hand...

Announcing the end and the coming of new...
People gather and feast to hail the new age, for renewal is at hand...

With a great clash of thunders Roar at the eve of the eclipse, the
armies of doom, took on the battalions of light...

The carnage was tremendous, as blood the heavens drowned...Eternal
Darkness, would now embrace the world...

The battle of Armageddon rages to decide the fate of the universe...
renewal is finally at hand.

Hidden, by Saturn's centennial eclipse, the dark-stars align...and
Beyond the desolate landscapes, hidden well from all mans eye, lies a place,
In a dimension undreamed of...
Here the beast will feast, and here, planets will fall...
Follow the echo of bells, to the palace in the lake of tears...

Endless grief, at millenniums dawn, and in an empty ballroom, demons
Beckon the world farewell !

At the dawn of the new aeon... Planets will bow to the beast... Renewal is at hand...

Remember ancient times and rejoice to the sound of days gone by...

I saw my soulless body roam through these empty halls at night,
Desolate and alone I dream of a dream, as dark figures hover over my body, and
a lonely weeping willow, cries silently into a lake, as voices beckon me
to drown...to drown...
Through a world of perfect black, hallucinogenic substances feed my
veins, as I trip from one room to the next...distorted faces and the
voice of an angel, as I float never to return...

Fuerchtet Euch...denn das Ende naht und die Rache der Toten wird wie
Ein Reqiuem sein...Unaufhoerlich schreitet das Ende voran und verschlingt das
Licht des Tages. Wie ein dunkles Grabmal erhebt sich stolz der Horizont
Und erhaben wie die Finsternis ziehen dunkle Daemonen ueber das Land
Wie einst, regiert nun wieder die Magie!

Fuenf Tage wird die Sonne schwinden bevor der Himmel das Ende bringt
Und die Hoelle wird die Brut Christi mit einem Male verschlingen!
In Stein wurde die Prophezeiung vor Aeonen geschlagen.
Vier Boten auf flammenden Rossen, verkuenden die Ankunft des neuen
Jahrtausend - Die Herrschaft der Finsternis und das Ende der Welt!

Rettet Euch nicht Menschenkinder, den das Fleisch ist schwach wie Eure
Seelen - In Wollust werdet ihr schwinden, den Wein der Suende auf den
Lippen der truegerischen Weiber - Trunken wankt ihr ins Verderben.

The dead will arise in all cities and towns...their rage will be
tremendous...the heavens will mourn the loss of souls, and slowly but
surely, renewal will be at hand...

Hundreds lay dead and plaster the wet cobblestone of the haunted city
There are no streetlights but the full moon on this chilling
December's night.
Silence all around nothing but the cry of crows and the rumble of the
deads chariot ...The brave lie broken on the field of fate, where once
justice was sought...With pride our legions fought and with raging
anger, our armies clashed with the forces of light...

A grim sight, as bodies paint a dark picture unto the hillside...at last,
triumph at Armageddon...renewal is at hand...

Regardez bien, comme ce soir la lune est triste
Le vent froid apporte le silence aux rues helas desertes
L' Automne, la saison de la mort
Ou les charognes des temps passes decorent les allees
Comme des guirlandes de noel...
La pluie et les tonnerres, annoncent au monde
La fin si proche...
Comme un fantome, un spectre venu de lointain
La saison froide vient sur nous comme une avalanche d'un dieu moqueur

Pale colors paint the picture of mankinds usurped hallucination
You dreamt but alas you were dead.
A faded bruised clone of the imitation that was copied centuries ago
There is no wailing and no grief and there are not enough tears in the
sky to mourn the fall of man, not enough strength to raise our heads
and say farewell...

Heaven is empty...deserted the palace now lies...Renewal is at hand...

And he that sat upon the throne said: Behold, I make all things new...
Hail the new age and embrace the darkside, for renewal is now...