Augrimmer
The Orcus Storms
Black is the thought
Is the sword held up high
As the word calls the nether depths
Poisoned with might
Thrones the fury of the sundown
On the welkin of a world forlorn
At dirge arose in the still of the night
And the hallowed lay down to die
Struck by the stars
As the silence of god
Falls from the shallow trees
Vultures in wait
For the coming of the day
Prepare the graves
For the children of the dark
Cleanse the plains
Of mankinds shame
From skylits eye frozen tears descend
As we vanish in the snow
From Letras Mania