Inquisitor Lay Waste Lyrics

Mists are softly rising
From marches of decay engulfing the meadows and plains
Spreading terror
Eternal hunger swallowing the remnants of pain

Shapes of darkness silently stretch and grow
Wrights from your inner void, they know...

Havoc is the nightmare you fear
Under blanket of night
In the wake of the war-drums sound
And the chime of the bell of plague

Leave 'em alive -
The truth through pain
But let 'em witness new beginning
With their eyes purified
Both - the righteous and the sinners

Hymns rolling the skies the tumults of the heaven!
Crowns of fire encircling the earth
The temples hammered away
The shrines bound in disease

Winged beings chanting the words of woe
Omens of The Great Account they mow

Tremble! In the golden glow of the end
As it's driven near
By the trumpets
Of the seraph

Havoc is the nightmare you fear
Under blanket of night
In the wake of the war-drums sound
And the chime of the bell of plague

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