Storm-lord, the Dreaded One
Poison of our worlds
In times of darkness, of death and decay
he grasps dominion over all
His stench hovers as shame
in the house of fratricide
An impassive depravity of a cadaverous epiphany
A profane blasphemy of the darkest atrocity
Welcome me, mortal beings
to a world a cry of fear
Incursions to evil
shattered are your dereams
My breath, a torrid wind
of immortal pestillence
heaves torment, pain and anguish
suffer in your silence
Chaos, no salvation
misery, no redemption
Twisted minds hold the key
Benevolence, I pray for thee
Drowned in fear, shrouded in black
Mourning eternally in a spiritual lethargy
Every beat of his heart
is a death-toll chiming in a mind
As chimes grow stronger
the earth shudders in his wake
His final lament is a
blasphemous sacrilege to his name
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