The Chasm - The Nightfall Ills With Deathly Symbols

Sinful paths to desolation
The mastery of this procreation
Revel with all misery
To rip their hearts in agony
I see the strength of my world
Those I hold sacred, they should live
The gate of the flesh now is closed
Apocalypse is coming, we will feel

Now Northern winds have come
The bitter cold grab their souls
Forever lurking in this place
The Nightfall Deathly Symbols ills!

Ceremonies at their burial grounds
Oh in what wretched times we all live
From grave to grave, the prayers fail
The full blossom of this odious death

Standing by the cemetary gate
Wide awake and fully desolate
And Open are the doors of the horizon
Unlocked its bolts to bring their final breath

I see the strength of this fog
No mercy for those with no will
The traits of these pestilence unleashed
And to the pits we'll all reveal in pain

Oh in what wretched times we all live
Apocalypse is coming, we will feel...

Written by:
Daniel Corchado

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