An Hour Before

Dark angels upraise from your sleeping tombs,

tomes of ancient horror foretell the disgrace.

Fires of hell,

shimmer and calls for souls.

Darkness prowls all thoughts and produces an evil offspring,

a midnight mass blesses this one.

Humanity has fallen,

old glory hinders this new age evolution.

Demons of old,

come forth drink from the sacrifice.

Bury all in death’s crypt,

forgotten acts of malice are yours to revive.

Powers are kept within your own violent hearts.

Obey these orders,

beware of time for aggression blinds both master and slave.

Wait for the black sun,

listen to the glee of the tomes.

That is the signal to bring forth decay and destruction on mans’ destiny.

Witches and warlocks gather to the table,

the hour is cold and you are needed.

Resurrect the families before the golden dawn,

be guardians for this new year.

Guide the commanders’ well,

instruments of mage and war lay before you.

Not one birth is to survive the coming of the Anti Gods.