Iskald - A breath Of Apocalypse lyrics

The infected smell of a turning tide Winds blow cold for the petrified Who should glow up in flames and turn ash into dust I can hear your prayer call, what a pityfull lust I see you faint, I see you die I spot a glimpse in the burning sky I nail the book of which you feed I watch you suffer I watch you bleed The cult is gathered for the final round The cross shall burn to the abysmal ground But the flame that will burn shall never be seen I can smell the future, the oblivion dream Chain of Royal forgotten blood Is sealed under the rose of love Whispers from the deepest core Speak of Revelation, the time of lore I see you faint, I see you die I spot a glimpse in the burning sky I nail the book of which you feed I watch you suffer I watch you bleed Rotten blood from head to feet They who doesn't count their reap The pride of what they do is shame I shall walk the path of pain Fear carved once in flesh By the grails mighty nest A wind bring fourth the greatest fire A breath of Apocalypse as I desire