Troops of Deride - Centhron

Her voice whispers my thoughts

Limbs of naked lust

Sweet odours caress us

My wings decay to dust

Crystal eyes of innocence

Liquid stars as spirit

Erotic figure in pride

It calls the troops of deride

Oh deride

Emptiness like cosmic implodes

Withered dimensions dying

A kingdom falls to ashes

Laughters by the troops of deride

Troops of deride