Come morbid death May the shadows 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 witchers As the black wind Hurs towards its goal Lightning races across the sky Fire rains from above We feast upon the decay Of The lords creation Awaken all men Held yours eyes open And behold the eyes Of the Deamon Lord And the Wind of Death Destroys you all