Black mist surrounds the dead forest of Vaaknir Rapacious evil dwells in the dark chambers Corpses hang up high on dead wattle and gum Putrid carcasses lie beneath them River of blood runs through the dark valley The smell of death consists in the air Old broken bones tell a story of once life ago Before the slaughter of innocence once rode
The black reaper of death still rides the sky and land Poisoned clouds of hate spit blood on man The cold winter night alit with foggy moon The end is near, bell tolling apocalyptic doom
Blood dripping web of nightmares return Suffocating evil violently screaming in anguish The wind of destruction blows away all signs of life Like a sharp razor blade of a knife Falling deeper into the abyss of hate Misanthropic slaughter a despondent state Crying tears of blood soaking the rotten ground Earth, Hell trembling with an eerie rumbling sound
Total devastation of animal life forms The Vaaknir reaper sows his seeds of hate Scythe slashing down all in his way Bleeding moon crimsons the sky far away
Frozen black shadows of the undead haunt this lonely forest Blood and ash fall from the naked trees Rotten, the ground unfolds carried away by the breezeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
