Evil Incarnate

Wandering through the mists of time
Amidst the sleeping rift of darkness and desolation

Eons of unspeakable torment and ecstatic madness
Vast horizons with endless sorrow, suffering
The heavenly father weeping as angels falls from the torn skies
Blood rains from the sky, the rift slowly spreads and propagate in power

Evil incarnate, a beacon of never-ending obscurity
Evil embodied in flesh, of obscure and vile purity
Demonical warfare, angels lie dead, piles of them across the plains
Rivers of blood runs deep red, blood of angels fall from the sky

Demonic quintessence lurking in the shadows, evil incarnate
In the deep murky chasm only darkness dwells, evil incarnate