Paroles de Root Of The Mountain

Stooped now the wraith, more shadow than flesh Once mighty hews lie sunken in chest Spectral hoar frost spat on breath A pulse ebbs, yet, still lord of death A silent tongue whispers tumours in head Bending will of wardogs led To glorious carnage Armies were fed Leech to thrombosis Nations were bled A world quailed in terror Stricken with fear Parents slew children As juggernaut drew near Beneath vast crush of crag Entombed in gut of molten slag An archon-king cursed to live As regent in abyss of eldritch necropolis Stalking caverns Gargantuan scope Revenant sits on his throne Emperor infernal In city of bone And shattered stone At world's edge a mighty range Cuts through cloud impaling heaven Follow fissures down - behold The root of the mountain