The Silence - Iskald

Withered from the places where I came from

Ravished by the things about to come

Replenished as I rest and await to rise

Humbled when I wake to pay my price

I am the fallen

I am the perpetual

I am the massacre

I am the silence

The one that haunts the night

Perished are my long forgotten breed

Smothered my bloodline and my seed

Painted but the one you always know

Drained your life is ending now

Bruised from the fighting underneath

Armed with my blades and my teeth

Scorched the burning soil beneath me

Power from the fear that I see

I am the torment

I am the obsolete

I am the concrete

I am the silence

The phantom in your dreams

Tainted, from the pestilence I spit

Forged in Hell’s rotten pit

Smother and the darkness that will follow

Silence;

the harbinger of the sorrow

Massive, as I rise in the night as dead

Coated in the blood that turns you red

Menace, its time to receive my bride

Silence, its time for you to hide

I bring the darkness

I bring the blades

I bring the massacre

I bring the silence

The masquerade in horror

Burned, from the ashes I shall rise

Blinded by the blaze in my eyes

Carnage when I feast from your whelp

Silence when you call for help

Withered from the places where I came from

Ravished by the things about to come

Silence;

watch me as I flay

Silence;

the hunter and the prey

Silence;

my blackened cloud unveil

Silence;

from the death behind my trail

I bring the darkness

I bring the blades

I bring the massacre

I bring the silence

The silence that surrounds you