Strong as the fist of winter's wrath
Known to thy purgatory of spirits
I have walked the pathway to the stars
The road to forgotten wisdom

I drink the blood of gods

Feasting on the flesh becoming life
Throats open wide, immortal tide
Your blood gives me power
From the depths of my hunger
My heart is ice

The life of a noble virgin
The glistening at her throat
Stolen by the lust which lingers
In my lucid chamber of visions
Where that shadow fades

He pale skin lights the dark
Her darkness snuffs the light
Clouded by the storms of anger
That reign upon misanthropy's fields

Born in the root of a dark need…

The blood, Pagan blood – Glistens in the chalice
Like the Aryan soul, in blue Celtic eyes
In the tree of the pure unholy bloodline

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