Cycles of livid death in the shallows of the stygian marsh Toiling with dying breath true horrors of the trapped souls Below that of a seething cauldron Drowning beneath, bereft and sullen Never to breach the surface forever to suffer
Tides of murk churn Somatic beings of wrath flail Striking one another, violently surging forth as one True human form be it vile The aversive hostiles look on to me Resentment an ebb from thine eyes
Blessed be the womb that bore thee In weeping and grieving may you long remain Blessed be the womb that bore thee Accursed spirits may your plights be in vain Shackled to the depths and the violence you crave
City of dis, demise We enter secure in our cause Barriers jut from the murk The mire with red embers smolder Forming lit towers that scrape the sky Endless are fields with tombs ablaze Everlasting in eternal flame Heretics of heaven, blasphemers of god confined
All give out a low moaning wail Crestfallen to the bed of thy flame
Those who hath fallen from heaven await The guardians of dis Deny entrance through the city Forewarns of death, to never leave from this fallen estate
A thousand serpent furies defend at the gates Infernal demons refined From flesh to mist with sword and fist An effortless subsequent Storm of the city of dis
The guardians stood in his way Every one of them stood to be slain While crushing their bones into dust Those that remain will cower in vain All of the guardians stood in his way Every one of them stood to be slain The only true god a warrior trusts Stains on his blade the color of rust
The harbingers of death Chant for dying breath The enraged and drowning sullen Soak in the remains Of the guardians who’ve fallenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
