Cold Earth Consumed in Dying Flesh

Desolation, feeds this vision
Winds of stench entwine the senses
Entangled mass of bone
Ossified kingdom of this wake
Mortality in ruin
Watching the world burn
Behold this death of creation
When heaven and hell collide
Beneath the piles of burnt flesh
A mass grave of conflict
In these scattered ashes
Lies a tomb of cold dead earth
Merciless hand of doom
Born from the start of war
Severing the earth from sky
This reaping comes for the gods
Bellows of agony contort into hymns of death
Horns of torment sound
A fest for the rage of war
Burning winds of destruction, reek with the stent of bloodshed
This filth clings the air
Covering the tenderness of earth’s star
Smoldering earth of damnation, enter the jaws of this demise
Entombed in endless dying
Engulfed in a mass extinction
Basking in the glorious terror
Of a suffering darkness
Inside the depths of this ruin
Only the clam of death brings the end
Brings the end (Brings the end)