Awaiting the Death Lyrics

moan of the mob, smoke on the moat...
devoid of everything forever.
sables and plague - deadly pleasures,
real hell on the earth!

sables and leprosy... haunting ghost...
there is no way, they need the mace...
that's what they wait. why it's lord's?
lord of the depths - master of dead.

the lord is coming from the meat,
his mace will blow the mob.
lord enjoys the victory of evil.

he leads his freaks
between the bones and meat.
they fall upon the corpses...

no escape. total devouring!
when all is done - who is the one!?