Malenchantments Of The Necrosphere Testo

Anceint human obelisk awakens from centruies of dust, imprisonded in obsidan a horrid
golemesque abomination the man of stone black souls within the ebon bone carved by the mad
gods born from the mountaints hull scrolls of blackned magick unearth this hatefull will
anthromorphous propelling forward slow and sluggish but rumbling to life beyond those
whiteless eyes a blinded rage of hatred, torment and frustration , aeons of suffering, eternal is the conflagration to crumble every feeble being found destruction his means of expressing
bound him here with malenchanments of the necrosphere. The end is near, his poisoned heart is
pumping somewhere deep inside from weakness armored fro when with the skulls of man his
flesh collides soldier of solitude of elemental pain driven to insanity when stone his from
became incarcerated in his skin emancipate him from his sin he once stood just like me a
peasent full of apathy petrified his family tree shake free the chains of bondage and arise, kill storm the mortals land unraveling his plan fists of iron swinging erase this earth enraged in
rain filled footsteps lie the dead and broken the crushed and splintered untimely their demise
juggernaut of enmity leaden hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils that have bound
him here with malenchanments of the necrosphere the end is near.