Cycles of Primal Chaos

We are statues of cold marble
Bathed in the blood
Blood of primordial chaos
Carved from sin soaked earth
We fight demons assuming their guises
wings of angels burn
damned souls feed the fires
Weeping cries from hell return
The war is beginning, we breathe fog, we breathe hate
We tread on survivors and dead alike
The nightfall is coming, we’re waiting, we’re fighting
We tread on the corpses of men and gods
The cycles of chaos
Primal
The triumph of chaos
Final
The gates of Hades have opened
Let in faceless fears
Silence, emptiness, coldness
See the stars falling like tears
Tarots of doom have been turned
Hang all lying seers
The die is cast on the abyss
For a thousand eons
The night that never ends
Will swallow every light
the twilight of gods and men
The moon turns red in the sky
Prince of Primordial Seas
Rules over the depth
The Serpent-God’s never asleep
The fangs, the tail, the chain, the key
He swallows the day of his birth
Lilith, the bride of darkness
The Lust who chose the fire
The fallen one of flesh and blood
Refused the sky and light the torch
The woman, the daughter of storm