Tytuł: The lord of mortal pestilence

• Wykonawca: Anathema
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Storm-lord, the Dreaded One
   Poison of our worlds
   In times of darkness, of death and decay
   he grasps dominion over all
   His stench hovers as shame
   in the house of fratricide
  
   An impassive depravity of a cadaverous epiphany
   A profane blasphemy of the darkest atrocity
  
   Welcome me, mortal beings
   to a world a cry of fear
   Incursions to evil
   shattered are your dereams
   My breath, a torrid wind
   of immortal pestillence
   heaves torment, pain and anguish
   suffer in your silence
  
   Chaos, no salvation
   misery, no redemption
   Twisted minds hold the key
   Benevolence, I pray for thee
  
   Drowned in fear, shrouded in black
   Mourning eternally in a spiritual lethargy
  
   Every beat of his heart
   is a death-toll chiming in a mind
   As chimes grow stronger
   the earth shudders in his wake
   His final lament is a
   blasphemous sacrilege to his name