Tortured Winds - Outer Heaven

World in flames

A prophecy of skies

Forces beyond nature

Tortured winds, a cleansing plague

Fragment of bone, corpses pile

Black of night, red of skies

Forming the figure of desire

Sacrifice, winds of death

A monument to world’s end

Plaguebearer, mouth of the world

Where your temple lies

Purging their souls in blackened fire

Immortalized in dying glow

Elements entangled, drawn from the dust

Summoned in silence, bodies form the altar

Order of the master’s hand

Spewing from molten ground

In soil of ashes

Forces converging

Constructing the spire