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Invisable cold pale hands

pulling the strings 'till they brake

Streaching the global flesh-mass

erasing every trace of disease

Eating away the landscapes

eroding the visions and sight

Reaching for the ultimate end

the utter and the only aim

Twisting every tongue in pain

the ever-burning eye of the Storm

Cleansing weak flesh and soul

eternal calm of Nothingness

Dreadful prayers for the tempest

reaching to the core of deceit

Touching the heart of silence

through rites of Solitude

Coldest tides are rising

Countless black streams running

Sacred trumpet sounding

The tempest of all storms approaching

Spreading in the unknown ways

to eradicate the structure of pride

Roar, Holy Tempest of all Storms

Come, Mother of all Havoc

Erase colours of this light

and erode the pulse of the world

Playing with the bombs in gutter

shooting everyone in the line

Under you righteous grip

all bodies are the same

Throwing the razors in mouth

of the whores of the world

Under your rightful kiss

all souls are the same

Worthless filth

daring to forget that you wait

for each and eveything

that crawls, breeds and lives

to fall into the pit

Coldest tides are rising

Countless black streams running

Sacred trumpet sounding

The tempest of all storms approaching

Tentacles of darkness

Names of the nameless

Sounds of total Silence

Come, Holy Tempest