Demonaeon

Scorched winds of obliterating hate sweeping through and

desolates.

Congregate, annihilate, piles of human flesh.

Incinerate, degenerate, death strikes like a lash.

Spawn the seed of damnation. We salute the end in

rapture.

All is burning:

When the scythe is held high up in the sky,

the air will turn into lifeless cosmic dust.

The feebleminded cry out in helplessness and despair.

Infernal sulphur voices declare the final day.

Hymns of the mighty. Death to the deity.

Black flame burns for the demonaeon.

Demonaeon Hymns of the mighty.

Death to the deity. Black flame burns for the demonaeon.

Scorched winds of obliterating hate sweeping through and

desolates.

Congregate, annihilate, piles of human flesh.

Incinerate, degenerate, death strikes like a lash.

Spawn the seed of damnation.

We salute the end in rapture.

All is burning:

When the scythe is held high up in the sky,

the air will turn into lifeless cosmic dust.

The feebleminded cry out in helplessness and despair.

Infernal sulphur voices declare the final day.

Hymns of the mighty. Death to the deity.

Black flame burns for the demonaeon.