Decline Of Worlds - Devilyn

The last night is coming

Come into being o!

Immortals

And sing the song of eternity

Wake the mortals up — it’s time

Prostate yourselves — dead fools

Decaying carrions by life —

Soak your hatred in

Rub leavings of day from eyes off

It’s time — bell of Apocalipse has rung

Songs of immortals soaks fear in

Bewitched words, the dead’s speech

Whisper of demented, enslaved souls

Disentered, ill prayers

Slept in crypts of time

Regenerate in destruction

Let the worlds hum the song