Текст песни Anathema - The Lord Of Mortal Pestilence
Anathema - The Lord Of Mortal Pestilence слова песни
Storm-lord, the Dreaded OnePoison of our worldsIn times of darkness, of death and decayhe grasps dominion all overHis stench hovers as shamein the house of fraticideAn impressive depravity of a cadaverous epiphanyA profane blasphemy of the darkest atrocityWelcome me, mortal beingsto a world a cry of fearIncursions to evilshattered are your dreamsMy breath, a torrid windof immortal pestilenceheaves torment, pain and anguishsuffer in your silenceChaos, no salvationmisery, no redemptionTwisted minds hold the keyBenevolence, I pray for theeDrowned in fear, shrouded in blackMourning eternally in a spiritual lethargyEvery beat of his heartis a death-toll chiming in a mindAs chimes grow strongerthe earth shudders in his wakeHis final lament is arequiem to the Gods of DarknessAll deep contempt is ablasphemous sacrilege to his name