Blood fields of joyful desolation,
Crippled and molested, fragilities,
The remnants of Yahweh's light,
All of them, fading and falling...

They fall, into Our endless curse,
And so, from the blackened skies,
The mist slowly shows the claws
Who shall enshroud the piles of flesh.

We approach, finally the eternal age
Where Our Father Satan rules all that is.

The flame of a supreme Satanic belief,
Will uncover the secrets to the Evil Ones.

His nightclaw... disgust the eyes,
They look down to the empty ground
Being their own answer to body submission
As this Mist became eternal...

All light's gone from here to not return anymore.

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