Cryptelisk piosenki

The widow wails And claws the walls While lords tear her limbs apart Eight legs Strewn about With bits of skin ripped From her arms And her cheeks She screams to the lifeless walls Underground; The subterra Where the unbound friars come to kill The...

The grey winged men of Satan are on the wing Knives in hand, blotting out the sun They amass for a millennial congregation of the most vile nature To serve their horned lord of the blackened cosmos And bring unrest and eternal fear to the humans. Death. 

Your purpose in life is the cessation of your own heartbeat... To scratch at the dirt until your nails become blackened by the sludge of the earth that will swallow you and all of your memories And as the most loathsome creature and the most selfish animal,...

Death; the immeasurable sigh Drawn from a pair of lips, crumbled, dry Into the mouth of every man From a primordial, plaguing pestilence It creeps down the living throat Tickles with boney soft hands Leaving a foul sludgy trail Black, bitter, aftertaste...

I am a God Standing straight On the edge Of time and humanity Faceless, unborn, unseen My existence is unfathomable Creeping In the shadows Of the farthest reaches My baleful stare has followed your footsteps Decrepit flash of flesh Follows me unto...

"I will bring his corpse to her, cast it at her feet. It will be as if killing her children. I will kill all she protects, all she shields, until her hands are drenched in blood." Festering under the black sun They congregate on the turf of ancients A mo...