The Lord Of Mortal Pestilence 歌词

Storm-lord, the Dreaded One Poison of our worlds In times of darkness, of death and decay he grasps dominion all over His stench hovers as shame in the house of fraticide An impressive depravity of a cadaverous epiphany A profane blasphemy of the darkest atrocity Welcome me, mortal beings to a world a cry of fear Incursions to evil shattered are your dreams My breath, a torrid wind of immortal pestilence heaves torment, pain and anguish suffer in your silence Chaos, no salvation misery, no redemption Twisted minds hold the key Benevolence, I pray for thee Drowned in fear, shrouded in black Mourning eternally in a spiritual lethargy Every beat of his heart is a death-toll chiming in a mind As chimes grow stronger the earth shudders in his wake His final lament is a requiem to the Gods of Darkness All deep contempt is a blasphemous sacrilege to his name