Flamura from Richtfeuer by Rană

In the flames of rebellion
in the light of decay
an unremitting feud
set the cradle aflame

though our fangs have been sanded
though our will has been crushed
though our feet won't recover
our blind rage won't stop
to flail our bodies
all life and all living
a futile strife to not accept what was given

we suffer the fate of want
raising the banner of retribution
so our wounds
might be mended
fanning the flames, as the surging
urges burn away our bodies
we ignite the dusk
with crimson anguish

raise the hand against the shepherd
raise the hand against the shepherd
raise the hand against the shepherd

we suffer the fate of want
raising the banner of retribution
so our wounds
might be mended
fanning the flames, as the surging
choirs burn away our bodies
we ignite the night
with vermillion anguish

ride out,
ride out
ride out
under banners torn

• Black Metal
• Metal
• neocrust
• Braunschweig