Almighty Lord of Darkness I invoke thee in this night  Into the most of decadence I get.  To show thee my devotion my veins are open wide  My voices rage the purity, screaming for thy guide.  I fall asleep in forests, thy creatures make no sound  Again I feel the prophecy in my hands.  To fulfill thy desires I'm made  for worshipping thy high powerful name.    I enter thy majesty, lord of the disgrace  The sorrow and the pain makes me stronger  To understand thy message through the shadow of thy wings  I salute thee, spill hot blood hailing thy horns.  Thy secrets are unevocable.  The gates of thy palace are a grateful death.  Arming off my soul with thy hate and with thy light  Coldest as a hell of ice are thy eyes, I repent to thee.    Embrace me, in thy sickness I'm powerful  Light my path with thy hand  Diabolical Hell of night, Knight of hell  Lead my soul towards the dark.  A chantic, a poesy made for thy glory  Fill with force our hearts to be brave  Our enemies will feel our wrath in thy name  Followers, recognize the sword given to us.    Lord of the Heaven, thy battle is lost  Our legion hath destroyeth thy temple of love  The ones who followed thee now denies thy weak name  Our master and king is our head  Becoming one here earth and hell  Let us revel in his souls of decay and sin  Feasting an orgy whose blood wilt be spilt again  But now in the name of thy reign    Ordering now to bend knees at the pass  Of thy light which blind any eye any mind  Shinning from thy face as a funeral moon  And thy wind he who chants at the woods.  We who were made to take up thy throne  I'll wait for thy empire forever I'll be  Destroying the souls of the pale and the son  Will be summoned in thy eternal pain.    Forever I'll be waiting even time keeps passing  I know I'm eternal, because I'm part of thy glorious legion.  I adore thee, lord of the storm and fear of God  For the eternity of thy evil I'll be chanting thy poetry...    Master of darkness  I'll show thee my devotion  Through my vision pureless  And sins full of corruption.    Thy gargoyles come to me  I receive them with open arms  Servants of thee  Lead thy darkness as guards.    Their wicked wings designed my fate  With their jaws sucked my faith  From here an Unholiness will be  My path of repent to thee.    I'm not worthy of pronouncing thy name  Neither to believe thy secrets will be shown  Let me pass the gates of thy divine hell  Greed, Death and impurity scorn.    Satan, Father of us  Show me thy will through thy gargoyles  And all the beasts underneath I will lust  As a slave servant rejoice will preach my voice.  Glaciabolous Poetry