Filling with darkness his soul and his body
He tortures himself and willing to fade
Trapped in his shell and bound by the oath to live
No more returning and never forgiving
Condemned for seeking his mourning shade
Hard to contain his anger and withering wrath

Seeking for path to the burning inferno
Calling for a herald of fallen dark legions
Crushing the bones of a sacrificial corpse
Every hour lessens his glory
No time’s been left for gloomy reflections
Death’s on the way and so close to his own throat

Raising from the dead
Starting desecration
A cup of poison fills the veins with pain
Raising from the dead
Waking from the sleeping
Sounds of a hellish horn
Will bring the rain

The Night has arrived
Waiting for his reply
The Sun is behind
The Sun is about to die

Open grave
Streaming haze
Horrible stench
Of the half rotten dead
Smell of a death
Bustle of maggots
In eyes and a mouth
There're traces of gore

Raising from the dead
Starting desecration
A cup of poison fills the veins with pain
Raising from the dead
Waking from the sleeping
Sounds of a hellish horn
Will bring the rain

On the edge of a bottomless pit
With a sign of Hell on his burnt brow
He is calling for souls those to lead into fight

With the last obstacle fall
Nothing’s holding the flood
And the night’s bringing back
With her suffocate shroud

Killing spree of disease
And the venomous veil
Falling onto the Earth
Turning colors to pale
Dimmed light
Of a decrepit lantern
Vague visions
And silent moans
The sacrifice finished
The prayers’ve been spoken

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