Profundi

Split-Tounged

Profundi


Blackened hordes arise! With shadow wings to cross the land 
Betrayers of the lord, obscured and dwelling forlorn 
Master - inhale the fumes... Grasp their devius call 
Satan - speak the words, their serpent tounges screams for war 

The utter bringer of darkness... 
Kneel before the storm, bow before the one with horns 

Ancient tales of the holocaust, the great fall of man 
Once foretold by the split-tounged... Now it is at hand 
One by one they all fall slained, thrown into the deep sea of red 
Season of the split-tounged - the harvest of the dead 

Chasm of old, opens wide as brimstone blows 
Funerals wind sweeps throughout the world, emerging from the abyssic depths below 
Evil - the conquering, consuming of earth 
Father - speak the worlds, command the world to... 

...Burn ...To mourn, torn... Reformed, ...Again ...And again 
...Blood is stained ...Life is drained ...In his name 

Ancient tales of the holocaust, the great fall of man 
Once foretold by the split-tounged... Now it is at hand 
One by one they all fall slained, thrown into the deep sea of red 
Season of the split-tounged - the harvest of the dead 

Out from ashes, a dark realm's unfold 
Foretold by the split-tounged ...Now to behold 
Death has been spread, all blood is shed 
Due to the split-tounged, mankind is dead