It’s leather seams Bound by flesh Tanned in beams By archaic means
Creased pages unfolding The scripts yield impure summonings
With it’s might, The dark At last, It’s legions will amass
Yet heed must been taken Dominion unforsaken For the volumes inked in blood Bear the mark of Satan
Sealed within a sepulchre of stone The grit of the earth grind feet to the bone
Thousands of razors affixed to the ground Led to the gate by whispers from burials mounds With Obsidian lust, he is bound
The letters the swirl around the page Bringing visions of a desolate age Where fire rains with sulphuric winds Where the sunlight is red and dim
Further down he finds The air is thin Asphyxia begins
Delirious, confused and demented The once taut thread of sanity frayed by revenge
By my command The dead arise My plan he’s finalized
His love reunited Alas he was shortsighted For the son he once loved is gone
Alive but gone
His body licked by unholy flame His lips pronounce my unsolemn name The fragrance of his son’s decaying flesh A constant portent of his eternal shame
With it’s might, The dark At last, It’s legions will amass
The scrips have been taken Salvation is forsaken For the volumes inked in blood Are MineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
