Athames oxidised In the impure ruins Pestilence and apocalypse in its jails In its corrupted soul The howling of the beasts With sigils on their chests Invoking the scarlet clouds The blood in all waters The hordes that emerge From our rite.
The stench of this rain And the abysmal vortex Opening the path Between rotten bodies.
The stench of this rain And the abysmal vortex Opening the path Between rotten bodies.
The shining of sacrificial razors Death filling the eyes Visions of destruction darkness The misery that we worship Until the last day.
The stench of this rain And the abysmal vortex Opening the path Between rotten bodies.
The stench of this rain And the abysmal vortex Opening the path Between rotten bodies.
Athames oxidised In the impure ruins Pestilence and apocalypse in its jails In its corrupted soul The howling of the beasts With sigils on their chests Invoking the scarlet clouds The blood in all waters The hordes that emerge From our rite.