Upon The Shadowy Black Wings Of The Night  Travel The Darkest Of Obscure Creations  Their Mouths Dripping With The Blood Of Mortals  They See Through Eyes As Black As The Endless Night Sky  Their Razor Sharp Claws Are As Scythes  That Tear Through Human Flesh  An Ancient Evil Beyond The Grasp Of Time  That Descends Upon The Land Scourging The Earth  And Consuming The Souls Of The Living  Screams Of The Dying Merge With The Howling Of Wolves  In The Night To The Full Northern Moon  As Hordes Of Batlike Forms Flit Through The Air  Sharing In Their Ecstasy  Through The Eyes Of The Dead The Moon Turns Crimson  As Torrents Of Blood Cascade The Lands  Saturating The Earth So Devoid Of Life  A Chalice Is Raised By Withered Hands  From The Soil Of The Blackened Lands  And It Is Drank In Full  In Honor Of The Darkest Times    Lyrics: Ixithra, Lord Of The Sylvan Shadows & Synvorlath, Lord Of The Ancient Moon