Infernal Index - Withered Crown

Hallways of ebony, house our ancient works.
We prepare for the ritual.
The Pilar of all-malice and hate, feeding the darkness of man.
Prepare the sacrifice.
All Hail - this primordial swine
It's the awakening - now let the blood flow.
Burdened with glorious purpose, to unrest the flame.
From the bed of chaos buried deep bellow, we cast our shadow upon this world.
Force feeding this blackened scripture, playing on your fears.
The spreading corruption assures me that one by one: you'll fall.
All Hail - behold the withered crown
All Hail - and be embraced unto the shadow
Unto the shadow.
Vestiges of the glory of mankind, all turned to dust.
The weakest of gods creations, who sought to seek the sacred flame.
Now cast out to the shadows, they rot in the endless night.
In this final hour
I proclaim that
All will fall, unto the withered crown
All will fall, to the abyssal horror
All Hail - behold the withered crown
All Hail - and be embraced unto the shadow.
Some may cry, wonder why, how God could be so cruel.
Some may try, to call on high, let them be the first to suffer.
Let the agony spill from the blood of the lamb, our fodder - in heaven - we curse this land.
The blackened skies are descending down to engulf this world in darkness.
They cry for salvation: they all will be denied.

Written by:
Greg Moir

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