My Name Is Frightful Among The Believers

(альбом: Blood For The Master - 2012)

A crown of warfare, a diadem of pain
Count the days of collapse, of these golden realms
Furnace of the bellows, a tempest to make the embers burn
Filling the sky with our screams, merciless mother of storm

Create the enslavement of these tyrant ways
Enter the empty blackness of these final days
Washed away in the tides of this timely hate
Buried in the oceans beneath the sand of decay

Erect this empire from the crumbled remains
Foundation of conquest, upon these soiled minds
Rise from the ravaged, ageless prince of the starless realm
Channel this vision of deviance in the sacred expulsion of man

Charm of this darkness lures us into the void
Out of corruption life emerges to be destroyed
Lord of unknown awake from this timely sleep
Buried far below the oceans and in the endless deep

Purification in ritual murder
Spilling blood for this sacrifice

Spiraling the knife in wounds of lust
Swallowed into the jaws of collapse
The abyss awaits with open arms
Concealing this nature of revenge

Unsettling moment of perversion
Creating this path for the condemned
Intoxicating aroma of death
Embrace the essence to obliterate

A dead man's scream, beyond the cold flame, voiding the mind
Shocking revelations, awake in the night, dulled by the poison of life

Where the shadows gather and the night becomes blood
These secrets within the great abyss, the gnawing fear inside

This is the end, the failure for all of man, a silent voice that descends
Unearthly pale fury, another tragedy of god, awake the horsemen of doom

Out of the abyss we share this fear for the dark, concealed inside
Beyond the light of stars an angry sky breeds the hate for mankind