I woke again from my dark tomb your fate is
Black its written in the book
Brought back to kill again every time you
Die you wish you never been born.

The pain you feel is far to believe close
Your eyes embrace me. let the smoke take
You high your body now in my domain.

Enter the triangle of death.

Tomorrow wont be only yesterday
The nightmare is early to go away
Voices from the past victims coming back
Your circle never been complete
Live and death is not our subject in my
Domain i write the rules i practice my ways
To make you die and set an end to this lie
Can't escape from the triangle of death.

brain...wash...tortured souls...
Kill...burn...rape.
This is what your peace says.
Cheat, gread ,this is whats the world will see

Deep...this wound we cannot heal
Weak... our future is mutilated
Rise.scream.die again.
Fight for your believes
Death.pain.tears. soon they will kneel.

Out of your shrines where evil takes place
Don't look behind eyes of hate awaits for
Your fall keep standing talll. Pride and honor that's what left.
Trust your own Words.
Years taught you to change their rules to
Win their games use their lies to change
Your fate.

Illusions will fade soon will be dead and
The strange will say no war no peace.

The phoenix on my right the beast on my left.
Armies of doom running beneath me.
Anthems of babel taking me high our enemies
Will be crushed under our heavy steel.

Pagain cruel master of war. Nabokhath Nassar
Curse the god
Burn the holly land destroy turn the green to black
Slay the kids and women before men spread
Chaos all round.

March... rights of blood shall be done
Burn... and for ever they wont see the light.

[Instrumental]

Ten thousand years before the first man was born
An ancient race walked upon the earth
Made of the purest of blue fame rose like mountains of light
And were sent to worship the one only god
For centuries they were the blessed race
Until their lords started blasphemous up rise
Unleahing hell on earth.

Their might up grow the forces of light
The evil spread out like plague
Destruction. misery and pain. failure of the perfect race.
Ibliss was chosen to be in charge
To lead the armies of the light
Was sent to put down the blasphemous up rise
To kill his own race.

Thousands of jinn were burned to the ground
The skies were filled with black clouds
The perfect race for ever damned and sent to another space and time
Behind black veil they shall hide far away from the sight
Trapped between the kies and earth in endless flight

Filled with joy, victory and pride. ibliss returned to heaven
To find, new perfect race already formed by god to kneel for,
Obey and praise.