Tempestous Sermonizers of forthcoming Death - Hora Nocturna
Visions bleak, fortified in maiming cold. Enthralled by ancient conjured vociferations. Insignificant, miserable lives are unable to repel their forthcoming violent death.
Tempestous sermonizers breath chimes a funeral dirge of an ungodly tome.
We - who deny the gift of life Shall be the judging blade. We - who walk illumined paths, Shall herald the hallowed prophecy.
The epitome of garish forgiveness inverts to a pale countenance of horrid torments. Compassion, citadel of heavens abode, tonelessly crumbles to redeeming indifference.
We - who are Lords above your God, witness the final prayer Tempestous sermonizers breath howles a funeral dirge of an ungodly tome.
We - who are ancient aristocrats are mankinds scourge.