اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Come morbid death
May the shadow forever be
Scorched in the face of
The desolate earth
Lightning races across the sky
Fire rains from above
We feast upon the decay
Of the lords creation
Eriphion epistates
Dark clouds approach
The green forest withers
As the black wind
Hurls towards its goal
Lightning races across the sky
Fire rains from above
We feast upon the decay
Of the lords creation
Awaken all men
Hold your eyes open
And behold the eyes
Of the daemon lord
As the wind of death
Destroys you all
Lightning races across the sky
Fire rains from above
We feast upon the decay
Of the lords creation
Thousands of soulless men
Upon the dying grass
No life shall ever exist
Merely the shadows of fallen men
