The ground is lifeless, cold. With dissonant screeching comes heralds of death. Lifeless winds of the netherworld bring forth servants of Strigoii. They crawl from tombs and fetid graves, this blood freezes death. To walk in shrouded forests, into the chasm of darkness. Night and shadows feed my undying spirit, yet this corpse thirsts for blood. To graves lifeless and cold, the Oldest of Blood. Strength of the undead flesh, a gift from the gods of the Underworld, enduring the decay of time. Predator, burning eyes in darkness. I am the ancient and Father of Vampyric Shadows, enduring ages between the world of the living and dead. The lifeless winds take shape as ebony wings to the abode. Within the fog enshrouded night, we haunt as life-thirsting shadows, Solve and Coagula united in Black Alchemical Undeath. To graves lifeless and cold, the Oldest of Blood.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
