Storm of Perdition by Meadows End Lyrics

Run, save yourself
From winds of the north
Our world turns
Dark, as morose is your
Fate, death is night
As chaos unleashes the
Storms feeding to
Grow, harvest the fodder of man

The blight fills our tombs
Devastation divides and rules

Fight, find your hope
Your future looks dire
Urge, creeping in
To sleep in the darkest of hours

Death, harvester
Comes plaguing our soil
For eternity
You beware of the eye of the storm
The blight fills our tombs
Devastation divides and rules
Fight your urge to sleep
Death comes for you

Wastes of thе broken hungering for more
Run away and fеar the coming storm
Destiny awaits, can you prolong your fate
The storm of perdition is here