That is not dead
Which can eternal lie
...Yet with strange aeons
Even Death may die...

Their stigma is decalogue
Forsaken law which alive
There's no other fiery might
Able to restore them back
Can of warms which asleep
Is still waiting for a chance
Ancient Gods are growing up
Forecast that exist

That's the age of reckoning
Time of scorn and despair
Web of havoc is outstretched
Tears and blood destroy the myths
Temporal world is out of pain
Elder sign behest to wait
There's no cohesive explain
That's the living death

Secular calamity muster
Wailing groan of reprobates
Little crack in altar
Screechs are comeing from deep
There's no mercy in this cavern
Reek of death smite the mind
Something's moveing in the dark
Fallen angel of the past

Die and look at my
Eyes, gone deep
Inside, your blame my
Regweed, heir of FEAR!!!

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