Root Of The Mountain [Greek translation]

Stooped now the wraith, more shadow than flesh.

Once mighty hews lie sunken in chest.

Spectral hoar frost spat on breath.

A pulse ebbs, yet, still Lord of Death.

A silent tongue whispers tumours in head.

Bending will of wardogs led.

To glorious carnage

Armies were fed

Leech to thrombosis

Nations were bled.

A world quailed in terror

Stricken with fear

Parents slew children

As juggernaut drew near.

Beneath vast crush of crag

Entombed in gut of molten slag

An Archon-King cursed to live

As regent in Abyss of eldritch Necropolis.

Stalking caverns'

Gargantuan scope -

Revenant sits on his throne.

Emperor infernal

In City of Bone

And shattered stone.

At World's Edge a mighty range

Cuts through cloud impaling Heaven

Follow fissures down - Behold:

The Root of the Mountain.

• Artist:Abbath
• Album:Abbath