"Listen to my choirs, listen to my beyond... Behold the scythe in my bleach and know It is time to leave..."
In an imperium ethereal skies no life dwells and all light dies, I touch the darkness of cold to become with the night to rise...
I to the call of my own existence, and writhing in the infernal void, yet unborn, yet not a thought, already the mask of a hallow grave. Stalking...
is no body, no flesh. No to comprehend, no to live again, a glimpse of a thought in your eyes. There can be no when the black you see is me. can be nothing holy when I am the hatred in eyes.
Name me equal to and death, a spirit the black night, a spirit is a myth in itself and all demons that were and be...
I am an in every question, all what flesh knows is to me, being a question you will never What lies in the of hell?
In funereal vortex we a starlit obsidian sky. Lay to me thy blood and all as sacrifice...
The force of my is impervious to any weapon by human hands, I am everywhere and the is my mother, and I am the face of evil.
I am anguish - of all hate! I am - Wisdom through the flames! I am - Released in thy veins! I am - The darkness in thy grave!
I am a relic, in a moment, when collided with stars. A deaths' manifestation, an aural that the night attracts.
I am like a from the moon, you sense but never see. I am the smoke at cremation and the of your funeral pyre. Your are portals to me, a sacrifice by the demon-ones. you remain, I enter and leave, able to end life any time.
O grim, hatred, raging my existence. My true vision of eternal I behold through dormant eyes.
Chorus]
The obsidian and anguish you will again in the midnight skies. I will remain, to perish, the nightmare, the essence of fears.
Unlight closer - Extinguish the candle. Let thy blood flow the night. Paint in red, the constellation. Thy soul unites the obsidian sky...