The distant eminence of pale light
Shines through the ecliptic plains
A sunless world of lifeless souls
Is falling upon the ordain
In frozen horizon comes our muse
With beckoning of the black star
From the furthest astral sphere
We accept the call with passion
From the sky the star breaks the light
In the night we arise with morbid blood
Sound the hymns our hearts are beating black
Silence cries we conquer the golden dawn
A candelabra dances while the winds recite
Accompanying trees of harmony with pulse of river flow
Clouds of resful shelter mountains rise alpine
Towering thorns begin to grow where roses once thrived
Irreligious lives thwarted lore of remorse
Permeate the evil in ancient stark terror
Sacrilegious times broken church in plague
Suffering the end with defiled chosen reign


We revel in pain
Now we traverse a horrid path
In godless walk of choice
The marbled angels of timeless oak
Entwine the calling stars
Lost children of banishment
The rising abyss is adorned
With striking heavens aftermath
We forge the unholy crest
From an ever blackened star
Our world is wrought from thee
With silence the words are spoken
The tongue of spectral breeze
Given command from endless presence
Inciting rights of those forgotten
We implore the darkness
Influenced form the forefathers we sin
Rituals of lustful chant
Remembrance of fallen creed
Upon the place they died