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
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