Conspirator  -  Hollenthon

  Condemned  to  walk  the  earth  alone

    First  a  shadow  then  a  sorrow

  The  bitter  solace  friend  and  foe

    Baneful  tongues  and  solemn  lore

    Strokes  of  death  to  guide  the  summons

  Smoke  in  wreaths  above  beguiling

    Brewing  creeping  indescence

    Bursting  lights  and  fearless  thunder

    Mercenaries

    Forgotten  slain

    Lords  of  Bedlam

    web  of  The  wickedness  devours

    All  that＇s  hallowed  woe  will  follow

    Amidst  the  cry  and  lamentation

    With  crooked  hands  contrives  the  charm

  Hence  rivers  of  brume  beckon  the  ancients

    A  troop  of  echoes  forges  forward

    Mouths  wide  open  like  ghastly  sores

    Curse  the  matron,  damn  the  whore

    ...and  the  tempest  rose

    With  the  North  wind

    As  the  banshee  wailed

    Spewing  her  venom  condemned

    ...and  torrents  roared

    Engulfed  in  flames

    As  the  banshee  wailed

    Prophetic  of  Death＇s  approach