Raventhrone

Sleeping awake in the cradle of death
Reveling in the fruit of sin
The suffering of thousands in the coming of dawn
They ate the force of time
Here we will call the powers of wrath
Calling the darkened ghouls
The feeding of weed for the sake of the damned
As pointless as is life
Among the cosmos, the cradle of stars
Where all good angels die
Here the upon gate is at hand
And we shall inherit hell