Me is the darkened sky Bringer of the viewless sights Blinding the worshippers of the Cursed Kult of Light Me is the murky rains That drops not but with needles And nails the Sons of Christ Me is the pesky water A stream that comes to drown those mortals Cold running, deep into the Absu Me is the hunting forest Where dead trees shift alive And devour those who dare to descry Me is the Flame of the Heretic Torch Which burns ferocious in warrior's hands On way to arson all hope on Satan's demands Me is the yawning of the graves Where treasury of gold lies await On the claws of demons that rise to desecrate Me is all Evil in man's poor soul That awakens vengeance and strive Hear the Reaper's hilaric cries Me is the carrier of Black Blood in vessels From every wound I open There comes an instant Night Me is the LoveCraft on the burial grounds Upon the stones that enshroud us Serpent rise, come penetrate Virgin pride Me is the Lord that wields the scarlet sword Upon the hills of the fallen Under heaven's bloody anquish With the Horde's of the Hated We bless the Dead with our vicious kissTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
