SULPHUR LYRICS

1. The Force Of Our Fall

Blinding lights and deafening blasts the piles of dead are growing fast.
I'm struggling to avoid the deadly explosion.
Flying shrapnel, concrete and lead, strives to paint the madness red,
to pave the landscape with the corpses of the dead.

I am wading through, through rubble and dust,
through the smoldering ash of dead bodies.
The air is suffused with the sharp smell of gun smoke
and the foul stench of burning corpses.

I am struggling through the gloomy scenery,
surrounded by the melted remains
of my black burned comrades.
Breathing in the horrid stench of death.

And the ground seems to tremble as we fall.
From the force of our...

Beneath the nuclear blaze.
Beneath the chemical haze.
A senseless struggle,
a disastrous apocalyptic race.

Cities ablaze, columns of black smoke,
fills the hungry clouds above.
A world ablaze, spewing out black smoke,
fueling the mushroom clouds.

And everything trembles, from the force of our fall.
From the force of our fall.

2. Gathering Storms

Behold the rolling darkness. Great armadas of typhoons
and circling cyclones, unleashing their whirling spawns.
With black and twisting hearts, they're tearing the lands apart.
The growing tempest forms, apocalyptic storms.

Beware and fear, raging winds and lightning spears.
The raging demise and terror reign the stormy skies.
Beware and fear, winds shreds and lightning's flare.
Raging demise, dread arise, terror reign the stormy skies.

Despair while the demons shreds the lands with their twisting hands.
Enormous whirling beasts from the heavens descend.
Carving trails of devastation, leaving wreckage and ruins behind.
Trails towards desolation, towards the end of humankind.

Behold the shredding winds that ravage, rage and scorn.
Enormous whirling columns. A world broken and torn.
They leave the world bloodied, broken and torn.

3. The Devils Pyre

As dawn breaks the sun awakes and paints the sky beautiful in crimson.
It's but a taste of what's to come.
For the beauty of the new days birth ends with the shivering of the earth,
and blackness shoots from the ground.
And as I looked and beheld, great fires emerged from the seven hells,
the flames bored into my sight.
And I looked and beheld as the lands into the inferno fell
and blackness devoured the daylight.
Ash and flames poured like firing rain, the night Hell reigned.

Fire! Fire!
And the earth shivers, sending columns of black ash flying high.
A smell of Sulphur as fires ignites the sky.
Burning rivers, with violent fury, down raging mountains slide.
Beneath infernal skies the helpless screams and cries.
And all the lands stir as the devil spills his semen upon the face of the earth.
Pyroclastic surges, a raging curse.
Purgatory's hunger and the flames insatiable thirst.

Storms of fire, burning rain.
Hell's Empire rise through flames.
World on fire, world in flames.
The Devils Pyre, infernal reign.

Ash and flame pours like firing rain, soon only charred lands remain.
And liquid fire rage higher and higher, ending it all in a great funeral pyre.

Storms of fire, storms of flames.
The flames rage higher and Hell reigns.
World on fire, world in flames.
The Devils Pyre burns again.

As dawn breaks the sun awakes and paints the sky beautiful crimson.
Dawn breaks, the sun awakes and paints the sky beautiful crimson.

And so the world plunged into flames, devoured by forces once of creation.
Only the stench of Sulphur remains, beyond the raging force of total destruction.
The raging force of total destruction.

Fire!

Infernal rage, volcanic age.
Fire!
Higher and higher the funeral pyre.
Born of burning desire, flames of infernal fire.

4. Plague And Pestilence

Here I stand watching as all life is condemned
to a dark abysmal end.
The wars of men have left its mark and
the dying land turns dismal and stark.

My bloodshot eyes search the darkening skies,
with a desperate hope to see the golden sun arise.
But hope dies when dark clouds opens,
revealing the lord of flies.

Then I looked to the skies and saw the wielder of plague,
of famine and of demise.
And Hell followed with him.
And the horrors unleashed from them,
death by wars and hunger, catastrophes and plague.
Death by the beasts of the earth.

Famine, disease, then tormented miseries.
Death stalks the wastelands, blood redden the seas.
On human flesh we feast
Desperation and starvation turns us all into beasts.
A world gone vile, hostile and unearthly.
Plague and famines fatality, shatters the remnants of humanity.

On infected flesh we feast.
The infections, the taints corruption, expand and increase.

I struggle forth to avoid the omens of my ominous fate.

Crawling forth on sore hands and knees.
Hunted by ravenous beast
Whom upon my infected flesh intends to feast.

The dread turns me pale.
There is no escape for the weak nor the frail.
The howls of feasting beast drown out my tormented wails.

5. Omens Of Doom

Omens of mass destruction.
The terrors of hell unleashed.
On storms of fire and out of wrathful oceans,
raging hordes of dreadful beasts

Omens of doom and destruction.
A raw unstoppable force.
Retribution through suffering, through annihilation.
Hell's terror gives no remorse.

Wielders of infernal misery. Eternal misery.

Wild forces of powers and chaos raging destructively.
The world is breaking, as is its destiny.

War!

Omens of annihilation.
Behold the Omens of Doom.

Spawns of fire, serpents of the seas.
Beneath their waves the lands wail in misery.
Demons of the air and beasts of the earth.
All despair before their outburst of doom.

Bringers of doom, spawns of deprivation and sin.
The hammers of justice rises within,
to smite the self-righteous kin.
The world is ending and the reckoning begins.

6. Rise Of The Mushroom Clouds

The view is a grim madness.
A barren and naked wasteland except a few.
A few dead trees that still stands, a few ruins that still stands.
A few dead trees that still stands and breaks the skyline.

The view is a dismal emptiness.
A veil of dust flows thick blocking out the sun.
Preventing daylight to penetrate.
No daylight penetrates.

Ash descends from heaven like the flakes of falling snow.
To cover the toxic landscape where fertility once was bestowed.
And the glow of the sun has faded,
daylight's obscured by a stratosphere suffocated.
Beneath lies the bitter cold blight where no life will grow.
The world is a gray madness.
Barren and naked, dismal and lifeless.

The rise of the mushroom clouds.
The rise of the mushroom clouds.

The world is a gray madness,
a desolated emptiness.
The world is a gray madness,
a monotonous infinity, dismal and lifeless.

As stare like shapes ascends to descend
with a crash like the crack of doom.
Echoes of the disastrous blast rumble and rolls.
The days of men has passed as has been foretold.

A brilliant flash like the brightest of lights,
the whole world ignites
Storms of fire, waves of vaporizing heat.
The destruction of mankind complete.

7. Alt Svartner

SULPHUR LYRICS