Текст песни Doommaker - Old Man's Child

The night callsas the evening light fadescast your shadowand cover this earthbury the surfaceand possess the nights darkcome 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 ruinswhich will be their gravesspawn of Satangather as oneand 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.
We are the masters of deceasewe are the pain that grows within your soulwe are this worlds doom maker.