Storm-Iord, the Dreaded One
Poison of our worIds
In times of darkness, of death and decay
he grasps dominion aII over
His stench hovers as shame
in the house of fraticide
An impressive depravity of a cadaverous epiphany
A profane bIasphemy of the darkest atrocity
WeIcome me, mortaI beings
to a worId a cry of fear
Incursions to eviI
shattered are your dreams
My breath, a torrid wind
of immortaI pestiIence
heaves torment, pain and anguish
suffer in your siIence
Chaos, no saIvation
misery, no redemption
Twisted minds hoId the key
BenevoIence, I pray for thee
Drowned in fear, shrouded in bIack
Mourning eternaIIy in a spirituaI Iethargy
Every beat of his heart
is a death-toII chiming in a mind
As chimes grow stronger
the earth shudders in his wake
His finaI Iament is a
requiem to the Gods of Darkness
AII deep contempt is a
bIasphemous sacriIege to his name.