The Lord Of Mortal Pestilence Lyrics - Anathema

Storm-lord, the Dreaded One 

Poison of our worlds 

In times of darkness, of death and decay 

he grasps dominion all over 

His stench hovers as shame 

in the house of fraticide 

An impressive depravity of a cadaverous epiphany 

A profane blasphemy of the darkest atrocity 

Welcome me, mortal beings 

to a world a cry of fear 

Incursions to evil 

shattered are your dreams 

My breath, a torrid wind 

of immortal pestilence 

heaves torment, pain and anguish 

suffer in your silence 

Chaos, no salvation 

misery, no redemption 

Twisted minds hold the key 

Benevolence, I pray for thee 

Drowned in fear, shrouded in black 

Mourning eternally in a spiritual lethargy 

Every beat of his heart 

is a death-toll chiming in a mind 

As chimes grow stronger 

the earth shudders in his wake 

His final lament is a 

requiem to the Gods of Darkness 

All deep contempt is a 

blasphemous sacrilege to his name