the darkness of the transylvanian woods
has entranced me, taken me where
nature dies and death suddeces me
the bringer of death, rapes the souls of
those who curse his dark power
their dying breaths break thoughout
the night sky, begging for mercy


Beneath the Transylvanian moon, the sullen chants ring into the night
and burns the souls of all who dare to hear, envoking the feared name
of he who holds the key to all damnation

One graven kiss of death beneath the chanting trees
As the flames of hell burn purifying
In necrophilic ceremony
As the priestess is lain upon the defiled soil
The dead arise and chant songs of worship
To Beelzebub the carrier of plague
Enshrouded in such mysterious glory
Our sins are proclaimed where ancient saints were slain


eternal blasphemy renders life to swiftly halt, death lurks around the shadows
no human cry for mercy shall be granted, only horror shall be found


The reaper of souls, thee who comes
ravages the corpses to add to his collection
of dead hordes. Masses of angels fall from the
heavens, a white genocide of starved flies feasting
upon the reak of blood and flesh
the black night, of peircing moon lit path
of the lurid woods
i have returned home