Rapture in Misery

A misty-veiled vault appears between Hesperis and Dysis
Only three torches with fixed flames are twinkling
Some guilty souls begin to be rotten by remorse
Remaining hours before Auge seem to be eternity
Our hag-ridden hands still have the same brutality to grasp
Our ancestral fingernails still sharpened to tear, to shred your mind
The whistling sound of the hellish whip thou hast heard
Sweet echo of our wings threshing the winds

Hailstorms… in ferocity and cruelty now wе obey
Our lords… we will claim their suprеmacy

Consecrated lunacy changes our neverending will of Justice
We'll Hunt till suicide transcends obsession
We hearken and slyly thousands of stab wounds
Lacerate every fragment of our own rapture in misery

We are the mighty Erinyes

When you whisper we detect a terror stricken feeling
Once your eyes closed you see our shaking silhouettes mirror
All these nymphs languorously stroking their beloved children
Frightened when blood red stains their so pure crystal skin

We are the mighty Erinyes

Our bloodshed trip has been heard everywhere yet
Implacable divinities and fearsome Warriors
Unquenchable goddesses of torment and eternal pain
Praeludium caedendi alati

Sorores genitae nocte whose ancestral hate
Is eternally dictated from Ouranos (blood)
Tormenting madness inflicted upon all subspecies
Survivors will testify of a preludium

Hailstorms… in ferocity and cruelty now we obey
Our lords… we will claim their supremacy
Hailstorms… in ferocity and cruelty now we obey
Our lords… we will spread their terror
Their terror