Ancient Spirit Of The Underworld

Overhead the thunder cracked and roaredAnd when it ceased the deathlike silenceChilled my marrow and bonesThe need to feel dead was killing himLike death itselfEvil is found in the earliestOldest and the most dreadfulMemories of humanityEternally feared by gods primitive menPale visions, death-pale they were allStill cursed, haunted and aloneKilling woman, children and menSparing neither age nor sexA place where reality is worthlessAnd all you want is to be left aloneThey grind the land like cornShowing no mercySpilling the blood like rainDevouring their flesh and suckingDry their veins...The undead leaves their gravesIn misty transformationsYou see half-visible bodiesFloating through the nightThe ancient spirits of the underworld[Repeat verse 1]All the trees were lifeless and deadAnd there were no birds singingThe reign of man is overDrained for all its powersHe saw their starving lips shakeWith a horrid grin gaped wideAnd the corpse lies on the cold hill sideHis spirit is carried awayBy the northwinds into eternity