Blow ye the shofar in Zion
sound an alarm in the holy mountain
The sun and moon will be darkened
the arcaine omens described in the archaic Scrolls
where the fate of our ages is told
Now behold, sons of men
hear the warning signs
the earth is weeping
the day of clouds and thick darkness is nigh
raise the sign of the Nazarene
crush the unholy altar of idols
of the dark “deity”, the enemy of soul
our eternal foe
forging my iron in Christ’s holy fire
filling my veins with that flame
against that infernal beast hiding in the shadows
arming the lawless men
walk alone through these ages in this absence of light
light the torch of the Lord in the storm of these dark times
bare that light and don’t feast at the table of demons
brand my soul to resist these evil legions
with Thy empyreal wisdom
witness the visions of Joel in the night sky
bloody canvas on the moon,
as new idols rise to their towering height
the ancient fires in the mountains
blazing citadels
as the dark prince grows his might
I forge my armor in the fire of Christ
the anyafil of the archangel
across the oceans I heard its call
the profecies that were mocked through the ages
are now revealed before our eyes”
when the last seal is broken,
the forces of eternity collide