Black Thrash Attack

A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these
 The yearner, the hallows, the spectre and I
 And the arrows pointed to the core
 As songs are sung for the tender ones
 The black thrash attack
 Crack of thunder,
 At dawn we slumber...
 ...in these clumps of flesh
 Its the black thrash attack
 A rush of agony mixed lust and terror for these
 The burden, the flock, the masters and I
 And a fairytale was soaked in blood
 As remembrance prowled on through the night
 A whiff of divinity brought scents of murder to this
 The heavens, the masquerade, the winged one and I
 And our shades were gracefully enshrined
 A sepulchral voice did drain the soakened sky
 A slice of atrocity linked rage and pride
 To the sight of the heavens in it's last throes of death
 And my hands shaked and curled triumphantly
 In this black thrashing night of infernal hell...