Under the grim ruler of the nightrealm
Horrible and powerful screams
Of the nighthordes
Praising the fiery majesty
Storms of fire are torturing
The nocturnal horizon
With flames being heralds of a decadent hierarchy
The burning desire
To shine brighter than God's fallen stars on the sky
A superior race upraising
To oppress all slaves of the light
Graveless souls, dwelling under a sepulchral moon
Heretic minds living free of the lie
And by the goatlord's arrival
Golden dust is falling from the divided sky
Worshippers of the grim sepulchral moon
Knowing secrets never unfold
Keeping words never told
Holding the scepters of thunder in almighty claws
Until the surrender of the light
An answer suffocating in global silence
A helpless yell to the lord of the night
But just quietude that strangles mortal hearts
United by hatred, an almighty force
Neverending is the stream of the graveless rotten souls
While God is weeping by that heroic picture
Unable to poison their will any longer
- Winter Blood
- Worshippers of the Grim S..
- Templar's Penitence
- The Saints Impaled
- The Black Emperor
- Glorious Days Are Not For..
- In the Moors
- The Temptation of the Nig..
- 1. In the Moors
- 2. Glorious Days Are Not For..
- 3. Worshippers of the Grim S..
- 4. The Black Emperor
- 5. Winter Blood
- 6. The Saints Impaled
- 7. Templar's Penitence
- 8. The Temptation of the Nig..