Puteraeon The Empires of Death (ep) 1. Providence Providence Enlighterer of the obscure Shadowed by madness In the grip of horror i revel I am Providence The ambassador of horror I'm the son of the madman The sickened prodigy I'm the pale phantom I am the gate and the key Paralyzed Faceless minions Servants of the great abyss Dark is the way of my fate through the Malevolent gate I am Providence Emptiness Misery Embodiments of atrocity Spawn through what has ceased to be In Providence it all begins Distortions of the unseen The secret journey inbetween Join me And my masters beyond Light the steps To the court and the throne Spawned through what has ceased to be In Providence it all begins I'm the son of the madman The sickened prodigy I'm the pale phantom I am the gate and the key Paralyzed Faceless minions Dark is the way of my fate, through the malevolent gate I am Providence I am I am I am 2. At the Altars Howlings from the darkness A shiver from the void The comfortless awe From the pulsing abyss Hearken In the shadows of death we lie Breathless in wait Transmuting The Founding pillars fall The abyss unfolds A swirling gaping pit Dive deep into its darkness Descend the gorge to ascend Linger down the steps The bloodstained path to clarity Oh ancient ones of old Welcome me home Echoes of the black mass Mirrors this distorted sanctum Children of the loathsome vortex I bow before thy throne Burn me With your depravity Let all horrors come free To reside within me Strains of insanity bathing my face Oh traveller out of the aeons Rise before me Black goat of the woods Howlings from the darkness A shiver from the void The comfortless awe From the pulsing abyss Hearken In the shadows of death we lie Breathless in wait Transmuting The founding pillars Fall At the altars With the thousand young Licked by the tounges of malevolence 3. Epitaph The splendour of Putrefaction Defining art of the rotted Grotesque and horrid Sinister fewered outbreaks of mass hysteria haunting thy dreams Monstrous realms, glimpse from below Horrifying visions, voices so cold Blinding visions of the dead sunk city And the legion there dwelleth The abyss lies open, terror at night Fewerish hell, green slimy lights Woken in panic, your pounding heart This gift is a curse and you have been marked Blinding visions of the dead sunk city And the legion there dwelleth A Premonituos foresight Oh this is the end The epitaph in fevered dreams