All fall silent at the call of the grave Each motion of mind, body and soul And a secret is whispered from Lord Death's tongue As the funeral shroud unfolds
The night has covered the mirror's gaze And pale all dreams and hope lies All but a horrid star atop my tomb Shines in the pitch black skies
Lucifer! Oh, god of gods I stand speechless before your fire As the worthless world fades into naught I have but one deep holy desire:
Fuck my life into senseless dust Crush my form into an endless abyss That I may crawl back into your black womb again And be wrapped in your infernal bliss
All truth run cold 'neath your fathomless eye For Death is the mystery you hold The call of the master, the call of the grave Is all that chants in my pitch black soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
