Testo di 'Necropolys Of Esthar's Ruins' di Noctem

Can you put your eyes in the distance, in the line of the horizon
Beyond the twilight where the stones narrate their story?
You can hear their sighs pushed by the wind
Esthar's the damned and desolated capital before the veil of the centuries

The disease saddens and rots the inside of their hearts

The weak light of the morning shows the putrid piled up of corpses
The enthronement reflex of the absolute chaos in the earth
A world plunged into the horror, the infected air floods the streets of the town

The strength of the divine ire that turnes up your world in misery

Black death feeds your soul
Tortured spirits invaded by the rage

The strength of the divine ire that turnes up your world in misery

The moon governs in the peace of the night
When the corpses belong to the past without their skins
Searching in your entrails it suppresses your sins
The black crows devour your flesh
The winds of the pestilence invade the valley
Submitting all of them to the devastation

The strength of the divine ire that turnes up your world in misery
The vast and desert lands have been destroyed by the curse of the black death