Plaga - Slaying The Spiritless Abel

Skeleton Lord, the Necromancer
Saint of Killers clothed in darkness
Halo of shadows surrounds his face
The holder of keys to the Nightside Gates.
Holy Reaper! Bearer of Scythe!
Your silvery blade cuts through the sky
A serpent’s son, born of rebellion.
Child of Eve begotten with the Lord.
Vampiric hunger inflames his wrath
The voiceless whispers calling him to slay the spiritless Abel.
He opens the path to the other side
through bleeding throat, the Liberation of man.
Let the Harvest begin!
As endless void that swallows the light
into the world of graves we ride!
We’re sailing as rebel souls
into the kingdom of dried bones.
Descending to core of Hell
to realm of Lord Niantiel.
To deny life, make a pact with Death.
To deny life, make a pact with Death!
All hail master of burial ground:
Hail! Hail! King of Golgotha!
All hail master of burial ground:
Hail! Hail! King of Golgotha!