The Furor - The Entrance

Awash with fear, ascending sin
Holocaust winds blowing ever near
Vile horde of christ sheds a tear
Revered immortals,
Souls survived despite our perfect death
Glorified in our arrival
As your death sets in we take our first breath

Tread mighty
At dusk fear the rise of the promised dawn
The foul fable boasts another heinous return
Sin writhing
Keen eyes leer
Their stares glow unbearable
The unstable virgin mother's seed
Propels the storm!

Unlocked!
The hinges of the seventh gate finally creak again
Doorways been passed through
Pale flock!
Your merciless commander
Soon ascends through the infernal spheres
The final storm he... sends!