Tombworld

As I walk among corpses and frozen shadows

A smell of death everywhere through the land

Strong wish for this tombworld to rise

A nocturnal vision of desolation

Be proud to be the last one to live

In mortal form, with a black soul of vengeance

Behold the uncreation

A landscape cold as the coldest winter night

Evilness prevails

With tombs made of human flesh

Spirits are doomed by the evil one

Wandering beyond the gate of slumber

Cursed to serve for their holy sins

Evilness prevails

Empty eyes of torment

Feeding the wolves of hell

Enter the void

Where you will have your grave

As I walk through the night

As I kill for my own pleasure

My hunger is still unsatisfied

Enter the void

Where you will have your grave

With tombs made of human flesh

Spirits are doomed by the evil one

Wandering beyond the gate of slumber

Cursed to serve for their holy sins

Glory to the horned one

For the palace of illusions