Cold Earth Consumed in Dying Flesh

Desolation, Feeds this vision

Winds of stench entwine the senses

Entangled mass of bone, ossified kingdom of this wake

Mortality in ruin

Watching the world burn

Behold this death of creation, when heaven and hell collide

Beneath the piles of burnt flesh

A mass grave of conflict

In these scattered ashes, lies a tomb of cold dead earth

Merciless hand of doom

Born from the star of war

Severing the earth form sky, this reaping comes from the gods

Bellows of agony contort into hymns of death

Horns of torment sound, a fest for the rage of war

Burning winds of destruction, reek with the stent of bloodshed

This filth clings the air, covering the tenderness of earths' star

Smoldering earth of damnation, enter the jaws of this demise

Entombed in endless dying, engulfed in mass extinction

Basking in the glorious terror

Of a suffering darkness

Inside the depths of this ruin

Only the clam of death brings the end