מילים לשיר The Lord Of Mortal Pestilence – Anathema

StormPoison of our worlds
he grasps dominion all over
His stench hovers as shame
In times of darkness, of death and decay
An impressive depravity of a cadaverous epiphany
in the house of fraticide A profane blasphemy of the darkest atrocity to a world a cry of fear
Welcome me, mortal beings
Incursions to evil
shattered are your dreams
My breath, a torrid wind
heaves torment, pain and anguish
Chaos, no salvation
of immortal pestilence
suffer in your silence misery, no redemption
Twisted minds hold the key
Benevolence, I pray for thee Mourning eternally in a spiritual lethargy
Drowned in fear, shrouded in black
Every beat of his heart is a deathAs chimes grow stronger
the earth shudders in his wake
His final lament is a
requiem to the Gods of Darkness
All deep contempt is a
blasphemous sacrilege to his name.