The Vision Of Death Lyrics
Satis doctrinae postremo expleta rerum Futurarumque gestarum Portavit haec mihi visio Came on the wings of a storm to seal the fate of mankind Each shall bring a gift of horrors 'til this world is no more Dark army marching cup of life runneth dry As the sobbing winds of death seep from a tortured grip from the bowels of life thou shalt slip Clouds churn amidst the horizon as thunder growls through the hills Now, worldwide mayhem and devastation, eternal war has begun Dark army marching born now to this world Leave no stone unturned leave in their wake the river of blood to cleanse the earth of its plague A time of chaos begins the day of reckoning for us all and although foreseen nothing could have prevented its horrors. Famine, Pollution, War and Death... our four gifts grow to earthly proportions The ones sworn to protect have turned on us all sweeping through every nation Decide now where your soul shall keep eternal slumber for no man shall escape death's suffocating embrace Awake to a world as black as night the devastated earth lit by sacrificial pyres The pungent scent of death burns my eyes, slowly I walk towards my fate Dark army marching cup of life runneth dry As the sobbing winds of death seep from a tortured grip from the bowels of life thou shalt slip Trapped in our earthly tomb we wait as the sun fights to break through but ashen snow from burning corpses chokes out the light, evoked eternal night Dark army marching born now to this world Leave no stone unturned, leave in their wake the river of blood to cleanse the earth of its plague Came on the wings of a storm and sealed the fate of mankind Each brought their gift of horror and this world is no more Dark army marching the cup of life has run dry As the sobbing winds of death seep from a tortured grip from the bowels of life thou hath slipped Clouds churn amidst the horizon thunder did growl through the hills darkness now reigns on this earth your blood has fueled the rebirth Dark army marching born now the new world Left no stone unturned left in their wake the river of blood has cleansed the earth of its plague.
Lorde Of All Desires The Vision Of Death
