Lyrics In Screams and Flames - The Great Old Ones

In Screams and Flames

In a gesture of despair
I free myself from my chains
Enjoying an inseparable glare
I get up, body feeling countless pains
I spill flaming torches
Thus igniting the inverted cross
I see the monks burn and scream on their knees
Pursued by the hounds of Tindalos
The smell of burned flesh invading my head
Screams mingle with grunts from outer space
Escaping Azatoth in bloodshed
I run again and again out of this cursed place
No light, no hope, the further I go, the more I despair
My hands flay on the wall, I see my grave in the cemetery
But then I see a glare, the glare of the sun, guiding me
Walking through the devastated streets
The lost soul, staring blank into space
The painting heart, trying to calm its beasts
I’m now indifferent to the fate of the human race
Because I see them, the deep ones
The army of the sea
Servants of the Black suns
They come for me
I sit down, and no longer try to flee
From now on, my life is in the sea
I sit down, and no longer try to flee
From now on, my life is in the sea