Waning autumn, winter blue
Tonight we dance in praise of you
Oh
Ride with me on a shooting star
Through galaxies of death
Myriad atomic spectres transcend
From the goodness of earth ad amen
Electric
With fangs of lust we hail the night
From tombs arise
She rides to the sabbath
Veiled under silver light
To
Inertia's cave surrounds my heart
Stalactites crashing down
In stinking shades
We are the blind dead
No eyes inside our head
Our senses
We are guided by the moon
Into our palace tomb
Shrine of
Today the sun refused to shine
On this war infested land
Beyond
Skull of god with the devils eyes
Crowned in fire sodden