From the shapeless seed of Death grew the most dreadful wonder Towering unseen over all existence Its roots are wrapped tight around Creation’s throat And God’s all faces drown in the shadow of its Crown
In waking... In dreaming... In dreamless sleep we're drawn By signs and fate towards that vast sinister source
And the song of ravens will guide us forth
Attempt to approach in hope of consolation And lost you'll be in the freezing wasteland But come thirsting for unearthly strength And you may find the bliss that never ends
Seasons rise, seasons fall Yet the Tree of Night is florescent forevermore
A venomous thorn from its blackest bough Is buried deep in the chests of the chosen Piercing the side of the heart every time it beats Never to let us forget what we truly seek
Sancti Satanae plena sunt omnia Letum et dolor lumen sunt in gloria
Invoking... Beseeching... In prayer and rites we're torn Reborn and slain again by that transforming force
And the song of ravens keeps raging on!
Come and harvest the fruit of rebellion Partake in the orgy of apotheosis To stand upright and to choose your own way Eat of this offering and nothing will be the same
Kingdoms rise, kingdoms fall Yet the Tree of Night is florescent forevermore
A venomous thorn from its blackest bough Is buried deep in the chests of the chosen Piercing the side of the heart every time it beats To wake us up from this cursed cosmic dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
