L'inglese è quello che è, ma onestamente me ne son sempre sbattuto.
Black Old Blood
We call thy / we call thy /we call thy /we call thy name,
We call thy / we call thy /we call thy /we call thy name.
We call thy name o’ Demon Lord of Flames,
Wandering through the Valley of the Damned.
They all shall bow before your proud return,
Hailing the Black Old Blood,
The spawn of Kos prevail.
We lose our voice, we never fled,
Demanding for revenge, the everlasting fright.
All gone, all dead: the Monumentals failed,
We lose our voice in front of the Hopeless Born.
His name is plunged into a tattered shroud,
The limbs are torn by a myriad of stars,
The Void has bitten his heart aeons ago,
A stillborn hermit, he came from below.
Disgusting garments he wore with hubris,
Ripped from thousand of dead that he kissed,
Devoured suns, the somber land,
Putrescent Crow built a nest in his mind.
We call thy name o’ Demon Lord of Flames,
All gone, all dead: the Monumentals failed.
Thornless roses ashamed and blackened,
Pureness and beauty are ripped all apart,
Astonished faces dauntless hearts,
They all knew there’s no place to hide.
“I came to conquer the immaculate womb,
Quenching my need for the amniotic sin,
Bow on you knees, look at me:
You’ll testify what I am become!”
We call thy name: Never-Ending Pain,
His limbs are torn by a myriad of stars.
Hailing the Black Old Blood,
We praise our Gods,
Hailing the Black Old Blood,
The Black Old Blood.