Banshee Remnants from War Prophecy by Sonus Mortis

Screaming banshee remnants
floating around her aura.
Rotting undead skin is
pealing from their bones.
Obeying all her orders,
binded with pure sorrow.
Piercing eerie hymns are
projecting out her horrors.

Burning silence, a hole to survive in.
Wretched flesh, cold bones inside and
weeping souls with no hope, no guidance.
Dying days with no one to believe in.

Burning silence, a hole to survive in.
Wretched flesh, cold bones inside and
weeping souls with no hope, no guidance.
Dying days with no one to believe in.

We prayed for them.
From poisoned roots we stem.

Sick, sick with hunger as we make our way through Autumn skies.
A new feeling strikes me which signals one last final landslide.
Under the tree of temptation, waiting here for her reprise.
Before our very own eyes, we lay witness to Edens demise.
Faith is set, dream of death,
these signs should bring us closer to God.
I'm not the one, I'm not your only son, a complete total fraud.
You set off this world, cursing it to spread all these lies.
Now I wait for her to shed sweet tears from her divine eyes.

• Metal
• Symphonic Death Metal
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