Arrival Of Alastor

Traveled at night in winter abyss
Scars on his face like a symbol of annihilation
Incomprehensible text, filling fear
Clouds gather under the hooves
Scattered light before his eyes
Impenetrable silence broken skulls, splintered wreck
Landscape marked by endless red-dead land
Distant target, oasis of calm, the shed blood

Wretches with his mouth dripping with lies
Wrap him fame and honor as divinity
Their end is near, leprosy devour their souls
Their bodies cold as stone, shapeless creatures
Winding among dead trees
Their bodies cold as stone, shapeless creatures
Winding among dead trees
Thousands of thoughts materialize in front of him

Demons like growling from the ground
Unreal images occupy his mind
Blend with reality
Swamp of dilemmas slows its movement
Branches wound his dead skin
Those who are waiting for his arrival

Suffer torn by the saints of sinners
But its almost time for payment
Heads will roll along the bloody flux
Ultimate truth is coming
An end of tyranny of the enlightened hogs