Into The Wolfpack’s Den - Mortum Coldblade

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Combustion of wandering spirits
The blackest smoke putrefies
Feel the fangs in your angels’ flesh
Feel the blades in your gods.

Infernal demons, awakened from charred remains
And the leviathan envelops the worshipers
Spill forth the wretched blood of the slaves
Ravaging the ecstasy of the holy lands.

Smearing the ashes of bodies upon my flesh
Under the stars, aside frozen corpses
Performing the ancient rites of unholy sanctity
Bathing in the living waters of the demonic legions.

Relentless flames submerging the lowlands alive
Pandemonium, awakening and sentient
The fallen now rise through the ashes
Obliteration, raking this final hour.

Abhorrent reaction to the blindness
Let the contamination of psyche’s spawn forth
Fall helpless, upon these funeral grounds tonight
Following the breadcrumbs into the wolfpack’s den.
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