Howl to the Curst

The lord of gloomy worlds, I appeal to you! Come to my call by sphereless firmament. The lord of pestilence, I swear to your might! Obscure moon and sun by graveolent vapour. Ascend to throne over howling mad that is grim and betrayed only to you. The lord of decay, I hear your awakening! Dead flesh will bring to birth new era of worms. The lord of unholy war, I raise up my sword! Your banner must be towered over ashes of churches! Hundred generations suffered in lie. Years exhausted lives of the mortal. But blood fed hatred, hatred fed your spirit. Bowls of scales are tilted to reckoning day! The lord of cold graves, I praise your name! Invincible legion reinforced during centuries. The lord of gloomy worlds, I appeal to you! Raise up through my mind by art of destruction. Inspire my soul by anger and force heart to beat again with new strength. ...resurrect from tenebrous ancient depths!