Infernal Judgement by The Dark Alamort Lyrics

"Torturers of Great Mask Divine. From seed, to white ash. Where mercy walks, the embers follow."

I scoured the umbral plains
Burned by the embers of light
Coursing the vast land of desiccation
And through the night I will rot
Warn those of what I've become
There’s nothing sacred about the decomposing of flesh
Life is a fleeting thing and I cling to it

Frozen, the line slows down
Amongst despisers of life
Effective to the servers of will
The dеprivers of light
Mark the ways of forgotten dirеction
Reveal to me of what I lack
Like a trance I move with your voice
As the chants of horror surrounds me
Spiraling down into oceans of pain
Descend
Spiraling
Frozen, the line slows down
Amongst despisers of life
Effective to the servers of will
The deprivers of light
Mark the ways of forgotten direction
Reveal to me of what I lack
Like a trance I move with your voice
Under chants of horror