The world rots in the flames of pestilence
A simple summoned flame can consequence so many carcasses in sacrifice
The bearer of a plague has fallen from above
And he breathes a plague, a plague of f*cking suffocation
No one can intervene
He breathes a horde, a horde of pestilential angels
To advocate his disease
And he talks the tonguе of the devil
No one will rеsist
NO ONE
Into the flames, into the sorcery
Can you feel the feathered wings you once had rotting away
In times of necromancy and black magic, an endless night has fallen
And in this darkness an unspeakable POWER surges through the veins
And the dismantled remains of a cadaverous mage
His soul slowly begins to decay
His body parts reanimate
Heart pumping poison his corpse rises from its bloody grave
In a cloud of pollution
Slowly crawling his dismembered anatomy affiliates, in a sea of poison
Master in the art of death disease and decay
He summons serpents by his side
To revel in the destruction of an ancient world
So lets spread this disease upon apocalyptic whispers
That mortal minds will fail to comprehend
Transparent chains bind mortals to the ground
And in his poison they will drown
This prophecy was foretold
Implanted beneath what was once angelic flesh
Now nothing but a putrid rotting mess
A plague contracted from a horde of damnation
The hourglass is almost empty for this world
The reaper's song is spawned from hell to gather the corpses
This undead wizard levitates, breathing a plague of suffocation
He will rise and preach his word... Drown in this plague
Drown in this plague
Can you see the flames burning on the horizon
Mankind lay in ruin as the last of their kind gather to make one last dying stand
As they approach him weapons rust and skin rots away
Decaying in their bravery, defiantly they walk towards him
With a demonic voice eating at their thoughts
You cannot stop this plague, it is our destiny
You cannot stop this plague, it is our destiny
OUR DESTINY