Anathema - The Lord Of Mortal Pestilence lyrics

Storm-lord, the Dreaded One Poison of our worlds In times of darkness, of d**h and decay he grasps dominion all over His stench hovers as shame in the house of fraticide An impressive depravity of a cadaverous epiphany A profane blasphemy of the darkest atrocity Welcome me, mortal beings to a world a cry of fear Incursions to evil shattered are your dreams My breath, a torrid wind of immortal pestilence heaves torment, pain and anguish suffer in your silence Chaos, no salvation misery, no redemption Twisted minds hold the key Benevolence, I pray for thee Drowned in fear, shrouded in black Mourning eternally in a spiritual lethargy Every beat of his heart is a d**h-toll chiming in a mind As chimes grow stronger the earth shudders in his wake His final lament is a requiem to the Gods of Darkness All deep contempt is a blasphemous sacrilege to his name