Conquer Of The Blackwind's Throne

Detestation
feeds power to the wrath

Desecration
raging in the mind

Isolation
of a soul that never dies

Detestation
detest mankind

Time seems petrified
the centuries grow stalagmites
while the shadows of the cave
had soon became my grave

Deep underground confined by the elders
I sense the stench of the world above
their own christian fears build my inferno
in which I'm reborn to conquer the blackwinds throne

Winds are now blowing the whispering chants
bringing the wrath and summon the creatures
waking the nature to forge me the crown...
to set me free time is to conquer, conquer the throne

gates are opening
the seals are broken
no spell can hold me
RESURRECTION!

Legions of demons in the tormented skies
an army of undead stalking the ground
the earth is melting acquiring new form
shaping alike the seat of a blackwinds throne