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 gifts as salt of scorn deep in the wounds

Fom the holy pleasures of pain into the secrets of death