The Shadows Of Acheron - Devilyn

Destroy the whole evil in pupils

Of the madness of that world

Let the felicity of the hatred

Embrace people’s wounded souls

Cod into the depth of the darkness

And come with your mind

To the place hat the eye sight does not reach

Smell fetoring and soaking with the hatred

The abyss of the eternal condemnation

Gather the power of those

Who died before the origin of mankind

And call the ruler of the nonenity of the earth

Which will crivive from the capital of the empire

Of the darkness

From dark city of Acheron

What still sounds in evil legends

To touch the world by his power

And like the wind of death

Fill the dead lungs

XANTOTUL

This world sounds like

South of death bird at midnight

So not utterit

Because the life will scater like a dream

And nightmares will come into power come true

And will be fed with their blood