Lord Of The Funeral Pyre-Angel Corpse

In the mouth of the wolf I crush their execrations Sweating out the poison My skin crawls black with hate Fall to fire My vengeance burns across the sky The scent of war and women Black sullen thunder flames Revenge The taste is sweet Their salted tears The acrid smoke The smell of burning death Revenge My joyous feast I purge their souls I stoke the flames Inhale the burning death Statuesque and impure A cenotaph of treason Avenge my fallen breath A blood red crown my wrath My throne eclipses the heavens And storms above the stars Iron judgement handed down On wings of lightning death Holocaust Vengeance war Skin crawls black with hate Disaster Angelcorpse On wings of lightning death Lord of the funeral pyre Lord of my hate