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Filling with darkness his soul and his body

 He tortures himself and willing to fade

 Trapped in his shell and bound by the oath to live

 No more returning and never forgiving

 Condemned for seeking his mourning shade

 Hard to contain his anger and withering wrath

 Seeking for path to the burning inferno

 Calling for a herald of fallen dark legions

 Crushing the bones of a sacrificial corpse

 Every hour lessens his glory

 No time’s been left for gloomy reflections

 Death’s on the way and so close to his own throat

 Raising from the dead

 Starting desecration

 A cup of poison fills the veins with pain

 Raising from the dead

 Waking from the sleeping

 Sounds of a hellish horn

 Will bring the rain

 The Night has arrived

 Waiting for his reply

 The Sun is behind

 The Sun is about to die

 Open grave

 Streaming haze

 Horrible stench

 Of the half rotten dead

 Smell of a death

 Bustle of maggots

 In eyes and a mouth

 There're traces of gore

 Raising from the dead

 Starting desecration

 A cup of poison fills the veins with pain

 Raising from the dead

 Waking from the sleeping

 Sounds of a hellish horn

 Will bring the rain

 On the edge of a bottomless pit

 With a sign of Hell on his burnt brow

 He is calling for souls those to lead into fight

 With the last obstacle fall

 Nothing’s holding the flood

 And the night’s bringing back

 With her suffocate shroud

 Killing spree of disease

 And the venomous veil

 Falling onto the Earth

 Turning colors to pale

 Dimmed light

 Of a decrepit lantern

 Vague visions

 And silent moans

 The sacrifice finished

 The prayers’ve been spoken