The Hands Of Chaos

To be the God to be the Man
To be the power not to be a slave
To be the Fire to be the Hell
To be the Ice not to be the wave
To be the Chaos to be the Blackness
To be the Moon not to be the Sun
To be the Night to be the Darkness
To be the Blood not to be the Fear.

The hands of Chaos, the heavens burning
I spirit on it... My last sacrifice
The dark vails hide our faces
In bloody dreams I hear the breath of woods
To be the Dusk, to be the Dawn
To be the Free, to be the Spawn.

High grass stretches its to the Moon
It's burried in the grass among the deep forest
The crack of trees is like the harmony of nature
That makes me listen to the silence
I hear the silence, I see the night
My hands are cold like the breath of winter.

The blood doesn't run through these veins, it left my body
The wounds don't disturb and pain is gone
The darkness is eternal!
And life of the master of blackness is immortal!
The hands of Chaos on the burned heaven ashes
In my immortality has been born.

To be the Thunder to be the Eminence
To be Silence to be the Grave
To be the Sword to be the War
To be the peace to be the shit
To be the hird to be the sky
To be the cloud to be immortal
To be the God to be the Man
To be the Power to be the God
To be the Chaos.