Bastion of a Plague Soul - Incantation

It rapes the heavens from it’s summit

Looming from aloft, to destroy innocence

Symbols archaic and ancient

Stones gleam on it’s gates

How the flesh held taunt walls it’s chambers

Foundation never splinters made of bone

Crafted throne of pestilence

By hands of spectral malevolence

Endless reign from the darkness bestowed

Binding sigils hold the fortress to soul

Festering carrion in heaps will remain

Mankinds future forged from his domain