Silently swept on swan wings black with ash,
crossing the night in a whisper
a figure hooded in darkness beholds the World again .
He has come.
He remembers this paths and this roads,
as they were trodden upon by Nephilim ...
He remembers Enoch ... forgotten pupil,
admired disciple of His Qabbala and His Fire ...
Again in Nod, Israfil.
Caressing the thin air with a hand,
the ancient beauty smells like embers
as He effortlessly glides over a paved street .
Towards betrayal.
Unfathomable eyes, seemingly guided by a starlit sky,
ignited those same stars by themselves, instead,
so long ago that this voyager still marvels, at times,
at what He did.
Far away in dimensions, Judgement had been promised,
He recalls ...
Through years and centuries and ages,
Retribution had been forecast, He recalls ...
But when ?
Time ceases for the nameless,
An armor of rings anointed with pitch
for repentance has no meaning .
A drape of sparks and shadow
He Who Cares Not neglects the time
Feathers falling [forever] around a [clueless] sad spirit .
of those named among the dead .
The scythe-sword the Pharaos so admired .
Silently swept on swan wings tipped in red,
crossing the night in a whisper
a forlorn darkness abandons this World again .
Still a few remember, and chant ...
'Whose name is Fire, Thee I call
Ignitor of the Stars, Thee I call
Flame of the Universe, Thee I call
Judgement of t**ans, Thee I call
Flood Over Giants, Thee I call
Donjon of the Faeries, Thee I call
Pitiless Foe, Thee I call
He Who Watches over Thunder and Terror, Thee I call
Guardian of Sheol, Thee I call
Angel of the Abyss, Thee I call
Betrayed One, Thee I call
Interpreter of Prophecies, Thee I call
Opener of Ways, Thee I call
Israfil of the North, Thee I call
Uriel, Dread Uriel, Dark Uriel who dwells in Darkness
Uriel, Dread Uriel, Dark Uriel, Thee I call ...'
crossing the night in a whisper
a figure hooded in darkness beholds the World again .
He has come.
He remembers this paths and this roads,
as they were trodden upon by Nephilim ...
He remembers Enoch ... forgotten pupil,
admired disciple of His Qabbala and His Fire ...
Again in Nod, Israfil.
Caressing the thin air with a hand,
the ancient beauty smells like embers
as He effortlessly glides over a paved street .
Towards betrayal.
Unfathomable eyes, seemingly guided by a starlit sky,
ignited those same stars by themselves, instead,
so long ago that this voyager still marvels, at times,
at what He did.
Far away in dimensions, Judgement had been promised,
He recalls ...
Through years and centuries and ages,
Retribution had been forecast, He recalls ...
But when ?
Time ceases for the nameless,
An armor of rings anointed with pitch
for repentance has no meaning .
A drape of sparks and shadow
He Who Cares Not neglects the time
Feathers falling [forever] around a [clueless] sad spirit .
of those named among the dead .
The scythe-sword the Pharaos so admired .
Silently swept on swan wings tipped in red,
crossing the night in a whisper
a forlorn darkness abandons this World again .
Still a few remember, and chant ...
'Whose name is Fire, Thee I call
Ignitor of the Stars, Thee I call
Flame of the Universe, Thee I call
Judgement of t**ans, Thee I call
Flood Over Giants, Thee I call
Donjon of the Faeries, Thee I call
Pitiless Foe, Thee I call
He Who Watches over Thunder and Terror, Thee I call
Guardian of Sheol, Thee I call
Angel of the Abyss, Thee I call
Betrayed One, Thee I call
Interpreter of Prophecies, Thee I call
Opener of Ways, Thee I call
Israfil of the North, Thee I call
Uriel, Dread Uriel, Dark Uriel who dwells in Darkness
Uriel, Dread Uriel, Dark Uriel, Thee I call ...'