Texty: Gehenna. Lord Of Flies.

Above the earth swarm thousands
On the ground they run by the sign of the sun
In the wastes summons a voice
A voice of destruction, the calls for stavation
Abomination towards the sun
Now there is nowhere to run

Foul and cursed
A home of ugliness, torture and pain

Take me there


The horror that hides behinds this supernatural being
Foul and cursed

The stench of this desert
What have I done?

He is Lord of Flies