Albüm: ...And So The Night Became

...and so the night became


Cold earth

Blackened souls blessed by etenity

Dwelling under unholy ground

Forbidden thoughts and dreams

Provided by strong storms

Of bold beliefs and black

Souls of immortality

The demons are dancing

Creeping on the path

Clinging to the fairytale

Which they call religion

They are slayed by our demons

Of war and hurling storms

These are human creatures

Of a filthy and weak kind

As we crawl up and out

Of our cold earth with blood

On our hands and faces

We greet our brothers

With horned wings and cold minds

The dwelling and feeding

It is complete

Now we rise

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