Cold wind in the castle
In the unholy walls
Nocturnal sacrifice of
Mourning pleasure of the dark lord
Will be assent to ancient
Ancient ritual in the forest
The witches meets for a new
When the horizon will be red blood wherver he is
Night without moon...obscure clouds in the sky
whispers from twilight...terror s
A mournful wind
A gloomy sign
For my eternal sleep
Under the ground
Under
Buried by time... From the dark past
He comes from the
I'm son of this darkness.
Slave and master of never-ending
Unholy bloody fucking suckers
I'm your nightmare, your damnation
This night we
[Words taken from "Revolte" Charles Baudelaire]
O toi, le plus savant
Mater Mater Inferorum Mater Mater
Lilith Mater Inferorum mater Mater
We are
Tears are falling on my face
Tears are falling without her
I
In the night, when the stars sing a litany of
I miss your skin
I miss your hands on me
In my
...of the primeval priest's assum'd power
when eternals spurn'd back his
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