Doommaker Lyrics - The Pagan Prosperity - Old Mans Child

The night calls 

as the evening light fades 

cast your shadow 

and cover this earth 

bury the surface 

and possess the nights dark 

come forth, put spells on my thoughts. 

I am the master of decease 

I am the pain that grows within your soul 

I am this worlds doom maker. 

From another world 

He arise from the ruins 

which will be their graves 

spawn of satan 

gather as one 

and set this world in flames. 

We are the seeds of fire 

spreading in the wind 

Masters of your sorrow 

And now, we will bring you down. 

has corrupted my soul.