Death Cult Era

I gaze towards the wide horizon amidst the distant

mountains

Frozen winds from the north whip my parched and dying

skin

A passing glance over these scorched plains, a sinister

vision

The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this

unhallowed ground

The frozen winds chant in sorrow

Fallen souls sweep the skies

The scorched plains lie dead

Dust of angels gently sweep the air

Once here was a place of worship, where angels sung

their praises of god

A marble altar in a ruined temple broken down by the

teeth of time

A cross in the soil once pointed towards the sky now

broken into pieces

The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this

unhallowed ground

The frozen winds chant in sorrow

Fallen souls sweep the skies

The scorched plains lie dead

Dust of angels gently sweep the air

Filth and remnants of angels - fragments of a kingdom

forever lost

Scavenger from within infernal obscurity feasting on

angelic remains

Burden of lost faith reek as the temple vanish further

and more yet again

The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this

unhallowed ground