Brethren in my black arts, dressed in grave-robbed robes
Chanting by the marked grave
Black candles burning - leading the way
Through planes of despair and nothingness
Where souls aimlelsy wander
In sepulchral winter - forevermore!
Four moons ago a man took his own life and walked through earth's gate
Seeking fulfilment in becoming a wraith...
Shedding away layers of soul
With every step - closer to cold
Leaving behind this rotten world to never return!
Torn from cold womb of death
Spellbound to ressurect
Still blood rushing throughs veins
As casket bursts open
Thrown into a vortex of light
Torn apart and re-arranged
Chanting voices resonate deep within
Leaving marks within his soul
Black flames drawing nearer,
He sees the lights of the world he despised
An outworldly cry breaks the silence of night...
"Awakened from saught after slumber
I drink from cup of Hecate.
Life eternal - torment infernal.
I will live to see all rivers run dry
And laugh as the sun burns out infront of my eyes!"
released April 10, 2019
Ivars - vocals
Georg V. - guitars
Aleksandr - guitars
Katya - bass
Andrew - drums