Triumph Upon Equinox

Upon the altar of war Scrolls and covenants sealed in blood To offer unto Upon the commemoration of harvest To be combined with Antichrist Upon the throne of might All creator, all destroyer In the coming dawn unite The bearer of an iron fist beheld as divine Coup de stellar echos, his ethos is mine For what shall be of thy enfeebled man When the time has come to bear the sword In the eternity of this moment We shall have the world in the sigil of the conquering ones Hold high our goal And heighten the will The arms of the feeble shall bear us still Through tears and suffering, Until the dawn and the triumph of the will In this battle I hold and raise high the impious sign Now blood of triumph Anointing supremacy Conceiver and my own redeemer Upon equinox I am these