The Legion - The Reaping of Flesh and Blood lyrics

I am the ashen skyline. I am the acid seas; the rains of Liquid fire; the storms of rock and stone. Supreme is the Will of the black divinity. A heart of destruction beats To eternity. At my hands: a legion – swarms of catastrophes. In my trail: cold fire – but wastelands left to see. Both prayers and shouts of worship meet sheer Indifference. The ghost of harvest scorns you - This flashing scythe is blind! These flowers made of flesh and blood Flourish in a graceful blast. For ages kept a secret, a hideous miracle, deraded, yet Forgotten – I live in the myth of Hell. Now risen from Oblivion, from my abysmal sleep; a pitch-black ancient Darkness is on the face of the deep. These flowers made of flesh and blood Flourish in a graceful blast.