كلمات The Harvest

Frozen in the heart, dead and cold inside Lustful atrocity crushed all senses Fire born in the wand to impose my will from above From storms of boundless chaos my weapons materialized grief and pain Holocaust heralds the arrival of the dark millennium Penitence shall be buried by endless reign of terror Consecrated with blood of my enemies I summon thee Lord of Decay! Let the death spells take their breath away! Oh, Savage Lion arise! Receive the souls I sacrificed! Come! Come! Feast upon their flesh! Host and the wine of disgrace! Drink! Drink! Pus from their wounds! They shall forever be damned! Outside the circle He rises - Scavenger of defeated souls Extinguish emaciated flames of their lives - Grim Eminence of Sorrow Ethereal spectres consumed Forever dead foes shall never be reborn Timid reminiscence of light Lost in the pits of despair Behold the almighty Wings of Revenge For the great day of wrath has opened its jaws Thousands years of damnation Nocturnal howl in the land of no return Trapped in eternal oblivion Erupting malignancy of destiny Supreme death spells released With force of eons as the outburst of my will Reaping the innocent and pure Decimating their daughters and sons for eternity!