Another soul has been affixed to mine The nithing’s curse was achieved of my design Obsidian allure coursing through his veins His tepid mind collapses from the pain
My will becomes his will Plunder the tombs marked with ash and with bone My will becomes his will Bring me the means to usurp the Lord’s Throne
Unsolemn realm, Black as pitch and slate Unfurling Netherscape, The Divine, Your air mutates
The blazing pits of coal, Any light, The fog negates
His son has joined me now And when he reads from the book I will walk the earth again
There have been many times over dozens of years Where I've drain a soul Engorging my necrosphere
None could abate my desire to breed malcontent in their hearts, For in my foot steps they’d lead
I’d lead them down A covenant born of hatred And empty vows Pledging their filthy lifeblood to me in vain Never to see their beloved dead again
The path I lead To those bereaved Prey on the weak My foul technique
Unsolemn realm, black as pitch and slate Unfurling netherscape, My essence will yield shape
Obsidian mist enshroud Over stirring seas Ashes ride the breeze
His will becomes My will His heart’s been seared by pure black hate Soon I will take form and ascendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
