Nivathe Enveloped In A Diseased Abyss
Cast this world and my existence therein
Into the, into the waiting tendrils of the abyss
That no light or life might escape,
That no refuge may be found,
That all shall suffer
That all shall suffer
I see visions of cities burning
The smoke choking the skies in thick plumes
I see disease breathe out a grand miasma
The people cripple and wither under its black stench
Their bodies boil fevered and spasm with great pains
I see darkness plunge itself into the minds of men
Destroying all hope with fear
And crowning itself their king
I renounce this world and the vestiges of humanity within me
That I may be as a vessel
A harbinger of serpents
A bringer of pestilence
A gateway to let chaos come in
To rape this world
I see the world decaying
I see visions of cities burning
The smoke choking the skies in thick plumes
I see disease breathe out a grand miasma
The people cripple and wither under its black stench
Their bodies boil fevered and spasm with great pains
I see Lucifer crowned king
Cast this world and my existence therein
Into the, into the waiting tendrils of the abyss
That no light or life might escape,
That no refuge may be found,
That all shall be made to suffer
Under His word and my hand
Shall death be loosed
