Deathstorms Raid the Earth - Azarath

The eye of eternal eclipse is burning

And reflects the essence of the truth.

The prophets sing their songs of glory

And the shroud of sorrow covers the Earth.

Trumpets herald the end of the time and signs,

Damned graves are opening for resurrecion.

The funeral march hand in hand to the other side,

Closer to kiss bloody razor of the scythe.

Stench of death, corpses decay — ritual begins.

Chalice of blood, fires of black — the gate stands

open wide!

Streched womb of Hell gives birth to the flies,

Throne of goat rises upon th world of bones.

Cemetery orgies, rites of perversity.

Venom of damnation penetrates the virtue’s flesh.

Rotten ashes of darkness, rites of profanation.

The dead have awakened from the ritual sleep.

Trumpets herald the coming of the tyrant —

The abhorrent messanger of the piosoned worlds.

His giftsas salt of scorn deep in the wounds.

Fom the holy pleasures of pain into the secrets of

death.

Streched womb of Hell gives birth to the flies,

Throne of goat rises upon th world of bones.

The gate stands open wide!