The air is heavy with the rotting corpses Atop the bodies sits an altar of flesh Defiled icon, a crow’s feast Marker to the fall of man I hear the screams and the cries of ravens Vanguard to the carrion horde The flock burns with a darkened hunger To pick the skin from my bones
The Storm seethes Flesh has become meat The beasts gather with great speed Under banner of black wings (As they take flight)
Now they’ve come at last to take me Infernal servant to the damned Left to walk this blighted landscape Atonement for my sins at hand
These visions of torture Let Aeons return to take me My masters, enslavers Sentinel to their creation The world is but ashes Forsaken and left to die Grant mercy, give rapture Let me join your grand design
No mercy, destruction Your prayers will fall on deaf ears No shelter, damnation Your worship’s all but empty Give penance, no answer Your Lord has cast a blind eye Kinslayer, deceiver This holocaust is without end
The flock descends with a shriek of fury I’m dragged beneath the black whirlwind As my body is ripped to pieces I’m enlightened by Death’s cold hand We are slaves to our own creation Our allegiance, a sacrifice Is this my foretold ascension? Or just the end to an empty omen?
The Storm seethes Flesh has become meat The beasts gather with great speed Under banner of black wings (The Creatures of Night)
Now they’ve come at last to take me Infernal servant to the damned Left to walk this blighted landscape Atonement for my sins at hand
Epulae corvis corax A feast for the crowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
