Infamous Acolyte

Hysteria divides, our countries from divine salvation.
Our glory days have been consumed by a depraved darkness.
I'm exhausted of this blasphemous world raping everything it gets.
Once we used to surround before our forerunners.
Human it's so full of it's natural corruption.
Oh my Lord, what a sight.
It's my purpose to heal it through the only faith.
Through my sacrifice I open the gate to the
Realm of Lore returning it 's creator to the origin.
Once completed, and exhumed very sin,
I proclaim myself as their acolyte.
Armageddon is approaching.
Hysteria divides, our countries from divine salvation.
The artifact is showing signs of life.
Through my sacrifice I open the gate to the
Realm of Lore returning it 's creator to the origin.
Once completed, and exhumed very sin,
I proclaim myself as their acolyte.
Armageddon is approaching.
The Gate is open.