All-terrible goddess of night Whose shears rupture the cord of life Inexorable bane of aeons, I supplicate before thee.
As the autumnal gale falling leaves does blow So my soul 'fore thy wrath does tremble with woe. Hear my lament
Before thy black sickle it's harvest does reap Take heed of my prayer o bringer of sleep, I beseech thee
The sepulchral grounds glisten in twilight As the sun succumbs to the shadows at dusk The glare of the inverted torch Illuminates the path towards descension
Herald of the highest gods Carry me through chthonian halls
The charnel depths where serpents coil Below the earth where light can't pierce the soil
Let me cross the frigid waters, Where incorporeal shades coalesce, Where eaters of ash and drinkers of mud Form the choir of a thousand horrors
Imperious sovereign of all that breathes No earthly sceptre shall impede Thy pitiless hand whom all turns pale Against whose touch all flesh is frail
Transfixed by thy spectral majesty I prepare to greet eternity Upon abyssal shores
Goddess of tenebrous grace Enshroud me in thy black embrace Let me rest in thy aphotic womb ForevermoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
