Fallen
Under his tread, life is failing and behind him, fear prevail.
He has no future, no past. he's only well off in darkness.

At the end of the looks, when the sky and earth are as one.
Rambles the angel of madness, in quest of tractable preys.

He have no race no memories however we're whispering ground the fire.
That he's a children of the devil, that lucifer himself had disown.

when the daylight is hardly on, when the wolfs are barking at the moon.
Never turn back, never turn back he's probably behind you.

Under his tread, life is failing and behind him fear prevail.
he has no future no past, he's only well off in darkness.
That legend relates that if your eyes met his
You see right in front of you is opening the gate of sickness.

Dans les entrailles de cette planète maudite,
souriait l'ange cornu que l'on croyait mythe.
Il avait assouvit son ultime désir ;
conduire la planète à son dernier soupir.
Il n'avait eu à compter que sur un homme empreint de naïveté qui décida d'ouvrir le livre des damnés.
Désormais, Pandemonium la Terre sera nommée…