Letra de The Reaping Of Flesh And Blood - The Legion

I am the ashen skyline. I am the acid seas; the rains of
Liquid fire; the storms of rock and stone. Supreme is the
Will of the black divinity. A heart of destruction beats
To eternity.

At my hands: a legion ? swarms of catastrophes.
In my trail: cold fire ? but wastelands left to see.

Both prayers and shouts of worship meet sheer
Indifference. The ghost of harvest scorns you -
This flashing scythe is blind!

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These flowers made of flesh and blood
Flourish in a graceful blast.

For ages kept a secret, a hideous miracle, deraded, yet
Forgotten ? I live in the myth of Hell. Now risen from
Oblivion, from my abysmal sleep; a pitch-black ancient
Darkness is on the face of the deep.

These flowers made of flesh and blood
Flourish in a graceful blast.