Whorror Storm - Knights of the Abyss

First to the death are the sins of the flesh;

Those who lurk shielded by the night

The leopardess shrieks thus unlocking inner lust, desire and strife

For those who are not strong, these urges, to life they are drawn

To commit sins of lust means to be aimlessly thrown at the will of an almighty

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This raging tempest does exhaust the mind as the bodies are torn about

The screams of the unholy cannot be heard over the thunderous shout

Eternally blown in violent winds of hail their bodies do beg rest

The sins for which we pay, appeal to the most lustful of men

Hunger for depraved acts of flesh entombing your soul in sin

Your skins with boils and puss must burst the wind beats your back

For the morals with which you stay heaven’s eternity you lack

Those who spend their mortal lives in industries immersed in sex

Treacherously crave for flesh this penalty should not perplex

To lose oneself in a diabolical path is to needlessly wonder

The storm fulfilling the ultimate wish leaving souls to forever ponder

In this realm, which you now dwell: in the second circle pit of Hell