Somrak Howls From The Devil Lyrics

Carrier of pest spawning from eastern lands
Summoned by the shamans those traitors of good
Howls of the devil echoing in it's sickening mist
Curse in shapes of wind plaguing the holy soil

Winds that are breathen out of decaying lungs
Imbued with stench that of a thousand fallen
Smotering the weaklings cursing their blood their souls
Gusting with him with death and devastation

Esurit - the worthless life will starve
Until the famine calls
Humanity to rats Bellum - the conquest for the void
As grail falls apart
Existence shall be burned

Pestis - this time no one escapes
In mansions are unsafe
From sickness and decay

Mortus - the last rider arrives
With ridges it destructs
The tortured from before

Storms have passed ruination bounded still
A misting cloud lays over the passed creations
The blackened winds ridden by the devil's wrath
Breeding new rage for innocence of new