Funeral moon awakens my cryptic being Enthroned within powers of supreme immortality Accursed sun no longer bringing life To my cold, black earth I, the night cloak, that which breeds in the hearts of all plagues Bringeth the sorrow upon all humanity, and shall rest in my throne of blood Sanguinary black skies behold this path I follow Death winds encircle me, I shall reign triumphant O' Lord of the moon's essence my guide of passion and hate Our kingdom eternally flows through the shadowed lands Lord of my being, united we shall conquer! I, the harvester, Satan's earthly breed Hath taken the eternal vow to uphold commands of the darkest night This world a mere playground to me, dismembered lambs of Christ are the tears in my eyes They fall to the ground on which I stand My moonlit eyes see ages old Gazing into the bloodied woods which I hold within my hands Weak and helpless souls wander my lands Unknowing of the fate that shall become their destiny Harbinger of the grotesque, I am Carved in my cold, black soil of my ancient slumber Drenched in blood My existence forever calling from the depths beyond this worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
