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: