Seasons Of Fire Tresspass My Flesh

From under worlds seasons of fire tresspass my flesh

Past dying, a past dies in each step onward

As thunder clash from ancient storms

These woods they speak in dreams i mourn

And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death

And these grey shadows enthrone our sorrows

As if baptized in pure sin, dying non-exsistence

Thy darkness is all exsistence and power with in

In my dreams i've seen, only to awake in terror screams

Now i'am a slave to this demon born in my flesh

As thunder clash from ancient storms

These woods they speak in dreams i mourn

And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death

And these grey shadows entrone our sorrows

As if baptized in pure sin, dimming non-exsistence

Tyrants of chaos, angel of death, legions they call

As seasons of fire tresspass my flesh