Eriphion Epistates



Come morbid death

May the shadow forever be

Scorched in the face of

The desolate earth



Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of the lords creation



Eriphion epistates



Dark clouds approach

The green forest withers

As the black wind

Hurls towards its goal



Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of the lords creation



Awaken all men

Hold your eyes open

And behold the eyes

Of the daemon lord

As the wind of death

Destroys you all



Lightning races across the sky

Fire rains from above

We feast upon the decay

Of the lords creation



Thousands of soulless men

Upon the dying grass

No life shall ever exist

Merely the shadows of fallen men: