Deathless - Zozobra

Drawn

Out of a grave into the sun

Death became us when we ran with demons

Try to escape

Imminent fate

Swallowed by deep

Envious greed

Raining fire from red skies

Evil visions

Evil Eyes

Deadly phantom

We deny

Summon

Visitant wraith heathenness manes

Fear our spirit’s dark infection

Rattle his chains

Blacken your eyes

Murderous sounds

Bleed from your mouth

Melting faces off of skulls

Evil visions

Evil eyes

Deadly phantom

We deny

Vanish profane heretic

Specters swarm from spirit worlds

Deathless