A Breath of Apocalypse - Iskald

The infected smell of a turning tide

Winds blow cold for the petrified

Who should glow up in flames and turn ash into dust

I can hear your prayer call, what a pityfull lust

I see you faint, I see you die

I spot a glimpse in the burning sky

I nail the book of which you feed

I watch you suffer I watch you bleed

The cult is gathered for the final round

The cross shall burn to the abysmal ground

But the flame that will burn shall never be seen

I can smell the future, the oblivion dream

Chain of Royal forgotten blood

Is sealed under the rose of love

Whispers from the deepest core

Speak of Revelation, the time of lore

I see you faint, I see you die

I spot a glimpse in the burning sky

I nail the book of which you feed

I watch you suffer I watch you bleed

Rotten blood from head to feet

They who doesn’t count their reap

The pride of what they do is shame

I shall walk the path of pain

Fear carved once in flesh

By the grails mighty nest

A wind bring fourth the greatest fire

A breath of Apocalypse as I desire