Pest Cold Stare
Night falls
A presence of cold mesmerizing silence
Dead tongues lick the blood of innocence
Black wounds
Infested flesh rotting on abandoned soil
The fallen bearers of the black plague
Deathlike
The atmosphere holds no sign of life
Triumphant, a monument of desolation
Cold Stare, circle of eyes
Their rotted limbs entwined in rapture
Cold Stare, eyes of arisen evil
Yearning and hunger, unquenchable thirst
Blind
Angelic soil
Astray
A prey for the tyrants of cleansing fire
Ascending
Through a reeking world buried in disgrace
To conquer their realms,
to reap the seed of the divine
The fires are eternal
The freezing fires formed to slay
Chained to holocuast wings
Onward to ecstatic rage
Cold stare, circle of eyes
Their rotted limbs entwined in rapture
Cold stare, eyes of arisen evil
The gates are open,
They wield the tongues of Hell