Video My Pinnacle Of Power de Altar Of Oblivion 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Altar Of Oblivion - My Pinnacle Of Power Lyrics

Emerging from the skies of revulsion

Causing hurt and misery
Victorious powers become ever stronger
Haunted by suspicion

Robbed from my substance, provoking turmoil
Inclination to the cult
Practice the duty of obedience
Blinding pact of death

Lack of hope, worst case scenario
Unable to prevail
Consolidate our balance of power
Afflicted by the damned

Badly marked by raging rumble
Claims to death command
Find the strength in isolation
Out of sensation

Vital slip of waning judgement
Undefeated hopelessness
Strain of faces growing hard
Break determinations

It's the war of the flowers
We'll take what is ours
Our lone power ruler

Still alive and hunted
Seal the final triumph
The bitter fruits of evil

Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power

Statement of solidarity
Spartan way of life
Will to endure, subside in rubble
No reality behind it

Macabre climax, raging battle
Steam-rolling hell
Frail attempt to stop the grief
Spear-headed devil

Faint domain of bliss forlorn
Mystical defeat
Rob me from the will to die
Summon the second coming

It's the war of the flowers
We'll take what is ours
Our lone power ruler

Still alive and hunted
Seal the final triumph
The bitter fruits of evil

Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power

Marching through the ghostly madness
Draw the backdrop to reality
Watch the end of cultivation
Climax is showing

Risky blend of resignation
Nationwide unconsciousness
Block by block and hand to hand
Saintly stop; relapsing decline

It's the war of the flowers
We'll take what is ours
Our lone power ruler

Still alive and hunted
Seal the final triumph
The bitter fruits of evil

Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power

Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power