Alghazanth

The sky has blessed us by revealing its obscure side
From which the stars look upon us, begging to be taken away
For we are the ones who already fell from amongst them, to weaken the light of day
With the reality of blade we'll cut the wings from your dreams
The mighty darkside mocks your saviour, laughs at his screams
We are the embodiment of war
We are the whip of Satan himself
We are the whirlwind upon your kind
Merciless towards you all we are
With all the pride of a fallen star