Blood Storm

Age of The Ram

Blood Storm


Humanity has weakened far and deep past redemption 
There has been no hope seen from any Prophets divinations 

There is a desolate current 
Running in continual horror 
A fate planned even before Tiamat was severed 
The age of genocide has recalled primordial omens 
To lay a grotesque siege over misshapen souls 
A message has been coded in the wise Hawk-Headed Warrior 
Crude tales of men have misguided demons spells 

Judge the enigmatic star of the deep one 
Ruptured the tomb of the sunken city 
Exspells the eternal rest of Death 
Open the spheres to the aweful specters 

This world is unclean 
This world is oblivion 
Dead masters of the blackened stars 
Come to us in earth crushing vengeance 

We speak the rites to rot this planet into the core 
Humanity is a failed experiment 
And now the terrible Qlipoth 
Tunnel the punishment the gruesome light of the end