Tsjuder

Eriphion Epistates
Come morbid death
May the shadow forever be
Scorched in the face of
The desolate earth
Lightning races across the sky
Fire rains from above
We feast upon the decay
Of the lords creation
Eriphion epistates
Dark clouds approach
The green forest withers
As the black wind
Hurls towards it's goal
Lightning races across the sky
Fire rains from above