Eriphion Epistates - Tsjuder

Come morbid death

May the shadows forever be

Scorched in the face of

The Desolate earth

Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of The lords creation

Eriphion Epistates

Dark clouds approach

The green forest witchers

As the black wind

Hurs towards its goal

Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of The lords creation

Awaken all men

Held yours eyes open

And behold the eyes

Of the Deamon Lord

And the Wind of Death

Destroys you all