Illness and plagues, torture and blight
Is what she brings
Mocking holy
Soul(s) on departure six six six
onward unto another existence
A trip
By the light of the moon
and the beings of the
Master of disharmony
welcome my tainted soul
Take me from the hordes
Daylight has finally reached it's end
As evenfall strikes into the
He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge
Langt...der borte i morket
Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver
Langt...der bo
King of tempests and storms
Lord of innumerable figures and forms
Blessed
You have returned to the torture-chambers
To find peace among the
A scarlet sunset
the threshold to nightplay
A sinful oath is to
I could drag you to my chambers
and strip you naked
