Serpentspire

We are the nameless forgotten
The ones who answer to the forbidden lord
A plague of horror that slumbers in the writ of loathsome passages
A doom that should not exist
Desirous of mans extirpation
See through pitch black a thousand lifetimes away
An arid stench a faltering few remain
In these darkest of days fire breathes through me
A serpent of chaos the fallen of the abyss
Beckon forward cries of torment heathen of thine
Of generations i speak we call unto you we invoke thee
We are the nameless forgotten
The ones who answer to the forbidden lord
A plague of horror that slumbers in the writ of loathsome passages
Fire breathes through me
A serpent of chaos billowing hatred infernal
Scarred by the gods wrath
We are the nameless forgotten
The ones who answer to the forbidden lord
A plague of horror that slumbers in the writ of loathsome passages