When the blood is calling
And the fog drenches the land
A winged terror
Haunts the earth
His hunger is eternal
And his eyes forever burns
When the stars are aligned
And the blood drowns the land
Ominous chants summon
His lair from the dust
And old castle
Rise again
Malefic presence
Lurking in the woods
Musty odor fills the air
As the coffins are opened
The great beast unchained
To feed upon mankind
His hunger is eternal
And his eyes forever burns
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My dearest Portal album. The guitar tuning is otherworldly, riffing speed meteoric, and overall density greater than a brood of black holes. The Curator has never sounded more ravenous for souls. Beyond Death Metal. Sugammadex