The Final Destroyer - Sinister

From the ashes of depraved skulls

The common smell is intoxicating

Dark clouds form the mortuary

Dungeons of dead are illuminating

Under pressure of vengeance

The frontier is far beyond imagination

Believers have fallen down

As part of the Devil’s creation

Funeral of the conversed is arranged

A casket full of rotten lies

Buried six feet under

Or cremated after demise

Final destroyer — the crusade of death

Final destroyer — lies from their head

Final destroyer — the unworthy breed

Final destroyer — let the unknown breed

Finally the curse of holy salvation

Is broken down by the last ride

He wields his scythe of death

Blessed with his immense pride