Devious To Those Unknown
He Walks Below The Land
Alluring Victims To Their Death
Perish To The Sand
Master Of The Blackened Arts
Living His Decree
Thrives Amongst The Seven Gates
Searching For The Keys
I Have Seen The Darkened Depths Of Hel
l
Sorcery Beyond The Witches Spell
Robbed The Crypts Of Deaths Eternity
Killed The Priest And Cursed Him Endlessly
Chants Of Evil In Cantation
Fill The Murky Night
Free The Devils Knights Of Hell
Unleash Their Growing Spite
Directing Power Forcibly
The Fire Of Hell Is Cast
Resurrect From Crypts Of Death
A Demon From The Past
I Have Seen The Darkened Depths Of Hell
Sorcery Beyond The Witches Spell
Robbed The Crypts Of Deaths Eternity
Killed The Priest And Cursed Him Endlessly
Cringe With Fear
Violate The Unbroken Seal Of Hell
Death Will Come Searching For
Your Mere Soul
Still You Are Eager To Seek Your Fate
All That Lie Here Are Remains Of Death
Grinding Bones Screaming Skulls
Broken By The Lapse Of Time
Decade To Powder Ashes To Dust
Diminishing Disintegrating
Mans Souls And Mind
Empty Space Tracks Throughout
I Make My Claim
Darkness Covers The World
My Kingdom My Domain.
Perfume of Death (Atmospheric Conversion)
God has never been dead, nor born
For his godhood would not have allowed
All these filth and misery to be unleashed here.
Those in disguise as holy men
Let others suffer and thirst for death
Rather than paying such pain for survival,
In order to fulfil their own twisted desires.
With conscience buried in oblivion,
They apatheosize themselves and smile
Obscene, ugly and abominable.
I am dying to scream out
My distress they would not hear at all,
This painful feeling of helplessness.
As the plague defeats the sunlight,
The perfume of death still spreads out,
All over the once sacred land,
Just not sensible ever.
And there echoes another bloody wail far beyond.
Wish it were a nightmare, yet hopeless,
And the reality could neither be worse or better.
The rueful deceased have yet to find their shelter.
Through the Mist That Reigns (Atmospheric Conversion)
Through the mist that reigns,
I see you weeping and reflected.
Even my mortal scream for redemption
Could not unleas myself
And this suffocating yoke of painful memories
Has yet to be cast off, but so powerless am I.
I see you and you see me,
Embraced by grief and anguish,
And I still feel your heart beating,
Perhaps bleeding.
Let all my tears stream down so when they have dried out
I shall not suffer this penitence any longer.
Stream and shatter.
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Sorcery Beyond The Witches Spell
Robbed The Crypts Of Deaths Eternity
Killed The Priest And Cursed Him Endlessly
Chants Of Evil In Cantation
Fill The Murky Night
Free The Devils Knights Of Hell
Unleash Their Growing Spite
Directing Power Forcibly
The Fire Of Hell Is Cast
Resurrect From Crypts Of Death
A Demon From The Past
I Have Seen The Darkened Depths Of Hell
Sorcery Beyond The Witches Spell
Robbed The Crypts Of Deaths Eternity
Killed The Priest And Cursed Him Endlessly
Cringe With Fear
Violate The Unbroken Seal Of Hell
Death Will Come Searching For
Your Mere Soul
Still You Are Eager To Seek Your Fate
All That Lie Here Are Remains Of Death
Grinding Bones Screaming Skulls
Broken By The Lapse Of Time
Decade To Powder Ashes To Dust
Diminishing Disintegrating
Mans Souls And Mind
Empty Space Tracks Throughout
I Make My Claim
Darkness Covers The World
My Kingdom My Domain.
Perfume of Death (Atmospheric Conversion)
God has never been dead, nor born
For his godhood would not have allowed
All these filth and misery to be unleashed here.
Those in disguise as holy men
Let others suffer and thirst for death
Rather than paying such pain for survival,
In order to fulfil their own twisted desires.
With conscience buried in oblivion,
They apatheosize themselves and smile
Obscene, ugly and abominable.
I am dying to scream out
My distress they would not hear at all,
This painful feeling of helplessness.
As the plague defeats the sunlight,
The perfume of death still spreads out,
All over the once sacred land,
Just not sensible ever.
And there echoes another bloody wail far beyond.
Wish it were a nightmare, yet hopeless,
And the reality could neither be worse or better.
The rueful deceased have yet to find their shelter.
Through the Mist That Reigns (Atmospheric Conversion)
Through the mist that reigns,
I see you weeping and reflected.
Even my mortal scream for redemption
Could not unleas myself
And this suffocating yoke of painful memories
Has yet to be cast off, but so powerless am I.
I see you and you see me,
Embraced by grief and anguish,
And I still feel your heart beating,
Perhaps bleeding.
Let all my tears stream down so when they have dried out
I shall not suffer this penitence any longer.
Stream and shatter.