Forlorn Lyrics

Behold a prophecy from the immortal

A quietus to the pagan worshippers of the common land

Filth ridden swine

A powerful deity emerges from the hell-gate

Of chaos itself proclaiming the reclamation of the mortal plane

Ave regina tuum

Skies blacken, waters recede

Mountains crumble returning to meager dust

Fire erupts, peasants weep

To no avail as the molten flames proceed

To consume a lush land laid before it

How hateful this torment shall cleanse a forgotten world

An abandoned sphere

A corrupted seed not fit to carry on

"Traitorous witch, you've brought this upon us all

Death to ye and curses upon your deplorable kin"

An aura permeates through the veil of time and space

The witch ascends

A filthy grin of supremacy on her face

Resting silently at the right hand of her bastard queen

She whispers fallacies, angering the deity

Sins and misdeeds accounted for their judgment

A game of wits

Betrayal in all its grandeur

The skies part revealing the sun

A chaos sphere of hate

A burning flame to scorch the earth barren

Men consumed in molten fire

Women and children weep

A thirst of blood and fear is satiated