Necropolis Of Esthar's Ruins

Can you put your eyes in the distance?
In the line of the horizon, beyond the twilight where the stones tells their story
You can hear their sighs pushed by the wind
Esthar's the damned and desolated capital before the veil of the centuries
The disease saddens and rots the inside of their hearts
The weak light of the morning shows the putrid corpses piled up
The reflex of the absolute chaos enthronement on earth
A world plunged into horror, the infected air floods the streets of the town
The strength of the divine ire that turnes up your world into misery

Black death feeds your soul
Tortured spirits invaded by rage
The strength of the divine ire that turnes up your world in misery
The Moon governs in the peace of the night when the corpses without their skins belong to the past
Searching in your entrails, suppressing your sins, the black crows devour your flesh
The winds of pestilence invade the valley subjugating all of them to the devastation
The strength of the divine ire that turnes up your world in misery
The vast and desert lands have been destroyed by the curse of the black death