Sulphuric Glow - Wode

Fleeing, deceiving

Awaiting the rapture to come

Within the sanctuary

All life has ceased

A poisoned torrent flows

Among the rushes

Pitch black disease

Cascading through

The coiled depths

Now venture further

Behold the gift

Of what he stole from the abyss

The gates of dawn

Rusted and deformed

Under a sickle sun

With malice and spite

You will succumb to the night

Bleeding the shadows

Tormenting the saints

The earthly remains

And buried hearts yearn

While the black tower burns

Onward and downward

With each aching breath

Into the vale of death