Eriphion Epistates (Tsjuder)

Come morbid death May the shadow forever be Scorched in the face of The desolate earth Lightning races across the sky Fire rains from above We feast upon the decay Of the lords creation Eriphion epistates Dark clouds approach The green forest withers As the black wind Hurls towards its goal Lightning races across the sky Fire rains from above We feast upon the decay Of the lords creation Awaken all men Hold your eyes open And behold the eyes Of the daemon lord As the wind of death Destroys you all Lightning races across the sky Fire rains from above We feast upon the decay Of the lords creation Thousands of soulless men Upon the dying grass No life shall ever exist Merely the shadows of fallen men: