Distant (NL)
Ritual II: Rakva
The sound of the broken bones, echoing my head
My eyes see nothing but a darkness I was born in

Rotting teeth burrowed in your flesh
Moldy wounds lacerating decay
Minions of my cult devouring civilizations

The hope-takers banished darkness
Forever tormenting the weakest pest amongst these grounds

You are but a mere worms
Nothing but a nourishment to please my taste and to grow me stronger
I am the catalyst of this damnation
The embodied revenge

The cryptic legacy
I am the end of all
For centuries of the deception
Bow to your true king
Serve the royal blood

For I am the extinction entity
Serving the royal blood
I am the end of all
Bow to your true king