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 star of war Severing the earth form sky, this reaping comes from 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 earths' star Smoldering earth of damnation, enter the jaws of this demise Entombed in endless dying, engulfed in 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