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steep stairs Of black frosty stone Approaching the vault Of the ones assumed condoned From the walls grabble claws Of a voracious kind Lasvicious gods
With the season of decay upon us The unavoidable shortening of days Azazel changes form with twilights might And as a wolf it haunts the forrest maze
Through the darkening showers Of wrath I see the sign And the unhallowed hearse The infernal nightsky Devours the restless dead Highest mountains never
Henceforth thou shalt despise his name Pray for absolution In poor absurd tongue Blood flows Locust swarms The flamboyant throne The mules jaw Funeral
The ravens fly high this solstice morn The woods are bare The snow is deep We wait for herne to sound his horn And wake the demons up from sleep To celebrate
The wolves carry their name In midnight speeches That silent subtle voice Is summoning me from afar A voice much closer will shout Into my car with unholy
Under the gaze of an owl I walk the streets of the ghastly stars To reach the pond of purest black The surface gleams Like a pearl in the vast plane Wet
taste Soulbite Remorceless cruel and vile Soulbite Forcefed with black bile Within the fleshmade cage for your mind We are the sole salacious and godly
Shades morph grotesque Around the flickering torchlight Noctivagant creatures Avoid the amber glow and hide They fear as they are feared By mortal man
