Cold Earth Consumed in Dying Flesh

Desolation, Feeds this vision
 Winds of stench entwine the senses
 Entangled mass of bone, ossified kingdom of this wake
 Mortality in ruin
 Watching the world burn
 Behold this death of creation, when heaven and hell collide
 Beneath the piles of burnt flesh
 A mass grave of conflict
 In these scattered ashes, lies a tomb of cold dead earth
 Merciless hand of doom
 Born from the star of war
 Severing the earth form sky, this reaping comes from the gods
 Bellows of agony contort into hymns of death
 Horns of torment sound, a fest for the rage of war
 Burning winds of destruction, reek with the stent of bloodshed
 This filth clings the air, covering the tenderness of earths' star
 Smoldering earth of damnation, enter the jaws of this demise
 Entombed in endless dying, engulfed in mass extinction
 Basking in the glorious terror
 Of a suffering darkness
 Inside the depths of this ruin
 Only the clam of death brings the end