Almighty twilight, Summon thee before  You slumber beneath murky skies,  it breathes the hour of our birth  My Grimlord speakth threw me  the spirit in pure, is the fruit of immortality  from whence the flesh we conquer,  My Grimlord speakth through me    High hangs the scarlet moon, for that which  roams by night, your essence stirs them  from thy morbid chapels  And we of the earth and heavens (Akhkharu)  And we of the wind and sea, (Bringer of plagues)  Shall burn away what once prevailed...  Sanctity uncoils the feathered serpent  Till dusk of the spectral sleep  When eternity bled the never-ending silence  Nocturnium rose from its Sabbatical ruin,  Blind to the sight of cruciform,    Devoid of life and soul forevermore,  The Darkling lord is with thee    We drink with the horde of wolves  to harvest the most precious blood  Nocturnally embody the weak of soul  For a conquest of ages to feed the  Doomstone empire  The Darkling lord is with thee...