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