On Through The Desert Storm Lyrics - Born Of The Flickering - Old Mans Child

We hail our light 

The sun of Satan 

For with thy might 

Come forth 

We dominate the world 

By one mightful force 

See the slaughtering 

Growing weak 

Born by vice 

And we drink of the 

Doomsday chalice 

And paint us with the blood of him 

Sowed into flames 

In their own pitiful graves 

I kiss the raven that flew with me 

Trough all the desert storms 

Winged by sorrow -- grief of man 

Flying high beneath the sky 

Quiet and silent through the 

Night cyclone 

Tears wet my throne 

Your dreams were not immortal 

I enter then my realm 

We hail our light 

The ethereal sun 

For with thy might paragon face 

We dominate the million eclipses