The distant eminence of pale light Shines through the ecliptic plains A sunless world of lifeless ouls Is falling upon ordain In forzen 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 An candlabra dances while the winds recite Accompanying trees of harmony with pulse of river flow Clouds of Resful shelter mountains rise alpine Towering throns begin to grow where roses once thrived Irreligious lives thwarted lore of remorse Premeate the evil in ancient stark terror Sacilegious 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 timelss oak Entwine the calling stars Lost children of banishment The rising abyss is adorned With striking heavns 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 presnce 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
star, candlabra, premeate, presnce, sacilegious