When the dark lord told me to live I felt the raised lust of possession
Afterwards the death yell of an impaled nineye Gotten through my dutiful ears
I had to think of all the lost creatures Which strived of their existence In the streaming of my black blood
Nocturnal shadows, which glorified The resurrection like trumpets Offered me the right way into hopelessness Enlighten my path into inaccessible license
II - Apocalyptic Dance
In coldness of my dark bowel A yell after mercilessness Bequeaths a trace of eternal destruction To my decency
Uneven throbbing shadowfire Streams with raised melancholy Through twisted channels Of my forbode grief
In the black storms Of my mental agony The deliverance ripens In form of a godless dusk The faceless ancient Grasps with stony miming Into the cradle of mercy And severs the blood stained flag
But still it seems to me That the lightbringer Spreads a shining shroud Over the shadow being Of an owl which died in chains
As the rock in me bursts asunder The round dance of the colouring Grows up in my twilight
III - Second Coming
Black hopelessness Venoms the hidden unholiness Of your withered virgin
Speechless remonstration Grinds the arches Of your risen dominion
Dark superstition Drinks coagulated blood Of your blasphemic lust
The age of the glorified god Yields to a cold endlessness Which, with vivid stiffness Awaits my resignation
The second coming The faceless lash In the unholiness Of my destination
IV - Vargtimmen
The banished sorrow Buried in aurora Causes lifeless emotion In the flame of my faded heart
If dead life immerses in dawn And the shade of my schism Is to be lost into brightened blackness Death will be the only redemption
V - 3rd Nocturnal Prayer
Welcome to the slaughter Bleeding bodies lying on the floor Destructed corpses on the ground And death stands behind the doors
Bestial saviour of the undead legions arise And the unholy resurrection of evil omen Of the black priest, the seven satanic rituals
Lucifers vengeance is here Sons of Satan born in a fire And your fukcing death is clear
The slaughterhouse in evil hell The christs are in never ending endless pain In the land where Satan fell And the evil demons rang the Sabbath bell
VI - Funereal Owlblood
The night grows pale As with faint wing stroke The cradle of decay Emerges from the ruins of reason
The roaring silence Sinks under the new trial Which escapes with speechless ardor Into decline
I tasted the morning dew On a withered leaf And forgot the acrimonious unrest Which awoke during the moon-shine
Coz' only me is the frame and the blood And I open your door into autumn
VII - Veiled Irreligion
Desire's my saying Final's my appearance Care-worn's my glance Apathetic's my devotion
Through yearning rises Out of deep dark chasm Up to deceased brightness With the original power of life
A black feathered bird Trips softly in the surge A last sunbeam illuminates In a bleeden darkness
VIII - Gepriesen sei der Untergang
Durch unglückselige Weiten Einer unbefleckten Sonnenferne Schreitet langsam Fußes Das letzte Sakrament, bereit, Die Tür zu öffnen, Welche das Vergessen In seiner glorreichen Allwissenheit Meiner sterblichen Leere offenbart
Es ist nicht die Asche Welche auf mein Haupt regnet Es ist viel mehr Die gekreuzigte Verdammnis Welche der Wiederkehr Meiner filigranen Unrast entsagt
Hoch am dämmrigen Firmament Erklimmt meine Geduld Die Versagung meiner frühen Sühne
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