Death Cult Era - Lord Belial

I gaze towards the wide horizon amidst the distant mountains

Frozen winds from the north whip my parched and dying skin

A passing glance over these scorched plains, a sinister vision

The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground

The frozen winds chant in sorrow

Fallen souls sweep the skies

The scorched plains lie dead

Dust of angels gently sweep the air

Once here was a place of worship, where angels sung their praises of god

A marble altar in a ruined temple broken down by the teeth of time

A cross in the soil once pointed towards the sky now broken into pieces

The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground

The frozen winds chant in sorrow

Fallen souls sweep the skies

The scorched plains lie dead

Dust of angels gently sweep the air

Filth and remnants of angels — fragments of a kingdom forever lost

Scavenger from within infernal obscurity feasting on angelic remains

Burden of lost faith reek as the temple vanish further and more yet again

The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground