Old Man's Child - Doommaker Lyrics
The night callsAs the evening light fadesCast your shadowAnd cover this earthBury the surfaceAnd possess the nights darkCome forth, put spells on my thoughtsI am the master of deceaseI am the pain that grows within your soulI am this world's Doom MakerFrom another worldHe arises from the ruinsWhich will be their gravesSpawn of SatanGather as oneAnd set this world in flamesWe are the seeds of fireSpreading in the windMasters of your sorrowAnd now, we will bring you downWe are the masters of deceaseWe are the pain that grows within your soulWe are this world's Doom Maker("The Pagan Prosperity")