4 acessos
Pestilence - Stench of a decrepit race
Your Divinity imprisoned in your rotten flesh
Rodents
Thats what you became
Among the slime
Feasting on your own putrefaction
Youve fallen - neglected your wings
Forgotten how to fly - now you crawl!
Listen to my incantation
I separate the beasts from Us
To Death I
Lead The Rats!
Creatures without soul
Too long I stand your nauseous smell
What shame you have no soul
Since your flesh now burns in Hell!
Tomorrow hyperboreans
Will step over your empty heads
Now We leave the shadows
Your bestial dynasty ends!
Listen to my incantation
I separate the beasts from Us
To Death I