Eriphion Epistates

Come morbid death

May the shadow forever be

Scorched in the face of

The desolate earth

Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of the lords creation

Eriphion epistates

Dark clouds approach

The green forest withers

As the black wind

Hurls towards its goal

Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of the lords creation

Awaken all men

Hold your eyes open

And behold the eyes

Of the daemon lord

As the wind of death

Destroys you all

Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of the lords creation

Thousands of soulless men

Upon the dying grass

No life shall ever exist

Merely the shadows of fallen men: