Lord Of Flies کے بول

From the ridge the most graceful shine Exiled to the grim formless Depth Rash to the tiny Raining soot and black feathers Leaves a dead trail To the fire and void of the desecrated Gave birth to hell In the pitch the infinity plummets Only thy vest impregnated its visible From the scarlet that slag Beautiful envied Portrait of disgrace House of parasites Drowning in decay Beautiful of disgrace Parasites in decay Buzzing echoes Through the abyssal void Handsome and putrid He arrived The lord of flies Eternal company of insects The hot air and rot feed thy disgust For the one who blessed thee Purified thru the fire and rage As you transform thy new house On the vengeance empire