Within the darkness of the mind
Fall down into the depths, and you will find
Invocation of the mist
The cries of misery and dread you hear will not persist
The watching eyes of Roth
Sweeping across the land, spitting into troughs
Dreaded demons dealing grief
Writhing in between the breathing, and the deceased
Lord of emptiness and pain
Hell unto the earth, never to see peace again
War unto the land...
The swarming clouds above, feasting from his rotten hands
You will not be saved
Only enslaved
Lord of Flies
All inside shall writhe
Master of disgust
The cries he does not hear
Cries of the tormented
A wreath around the neck
Lord of Roth