Setherial
Setherial - Lords Of The Nightrealm lyrics
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Guardians of the black art, renders of evil Marked with the seal of Satan, demonic supremacy The stars tremble as we ride within the flaming winds With our disciples of demon legions, spreading damnation Like a sweeping mantle across the landscapes "Through the ages our disciples have always rendered homages to us, thus we are of him