Testo di Serpentspire

We are the nameless forgotten The ones who answer to the forbidden lord A plague of horror that slumbers in the writ of loathsome passages A doom that should not exist Desirous of mans extirpation See through pitch black a thousand lifetimes away An arid stench a faltering few remain In these darkest of days fire breathes through me A serpent of chaos the fallen of the abyss Beckon forward cries of torment heathen of thine Of generations i speak we call unto you we invoke thee We are the nameless forgotten The ones who answer to the forbidden lord A plague of horror that slumbers in the writ of loathsome passages Fire breathes through me A serpent of chaos billowing hatred infernal Scarred by the gods wrath We are the nameless forgotten The ones who answer to the forbidden lord A plague of horror that slumbers in the writ of loathsome passages