Has darkness yet again covers the lands
And the sad howling of the wolves travel the winds
I rise from the corpses of my dead horde
Buried beneath mutilated bodies I laid waiting for the cold and dark

The black forest weeps in silence, wondering if immortality is really our gift
The full moon arise between the black evil clouds of dark
Summoning the dark forces of evil, I call to the ancient spirits
And she responds, she looks with deadly and full of wisdom black eyes down at me

Dead appears from the shadows of night
A grim sight, so cold, so old
I offer as many worthless christian souls as I may kill
For vengeance I will have,
She laughs over the whispers of the mourning woods

An army of the dead I shall provide
But agonizing and cold souls I shall get
If by the next moon you don’t respond
Your spirit I shall put to wander these landscapes for all eternity
Even the stars that succumb to my wrath may weep for your miserable existence
immortals as you believe they know evil
Such small minds don’t comprehend the strength of the intangible
Believe my, a bound soul is the least I can confine from the depths…
Of the cosmic oblivion, the black hole of souls

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