Shine Of The Morningstar

Since time of creation fate of man is that of lice

Equal as parasites and moving like the lowly mice

A day of reckoning is here and penance shall burn

Chant the praise and you shall learn

Fallen kings questioning their faith

Their religion is crushed by the wraith


At new dawn's rise

Recognize now and behold the Lord of Flies

He will quell the nations

As victims to fall for the seven temptations

An eternal night where there is no sun

No place for the holy to run

The ancient serpent deceiver

Gaining the masses as his believers

Human minds may finally thaw

The masses beholding in awe

He will ascend to the heavens

To take back his throne from the Seraphim seven