´Tis the Sound of Tempest That Drowns Us Out

Raged and burned

Longer than the stars in the sky

The Fiend shall conquer

Turn away your heads

Blackened and shattered

Terrible and sublime

Man is the source

Of his own downfall

Splintered rock, Rise of the hurricane

Break the bonds, Blood-lies of humanity

Ride the Fiend, Sun-souled and soaring upwards

There is no tomorrow, Just a burning tomb

The madness has black eyes

And flaming hair, wears a smile

His kingdom, incandescent

Brimstone and charcoal skies

Mankind, its plucked out eyes

And Rotten mouth, wears a frown

Its kingdom, a whispering wind

Mild breeze on the brow of the dead

'Tis the sound of the tempest

That drowns us out

A cremation ground

Ensnared and murdered by flames

The protruding tongues

Lick the smouldering flesh

World is burning

Afire and churning

Alloces' alluring funeral fire

Fure, the sound of the tempest

The cry of the tempted

Drown us out