towards the forest of corpsetrees
I follow the call from the masters of death
magister dixit - memento mori
while I descry the haze of the pest
beyond the shades of headstones
it conceals something unspeakable
peripteral scattered bones
lunatic hunt of "them" ...the invisible
luna plena may fade into obscurity
black blood soaks this sacred soil
throughout the nocturnal opacity
underneath is where they stroll
to perish by the ultimate purpose
restless longing for the final sign
the turning point is what emerges
which is the key to the inverted incarnation
come forth, nachzehrer
this is the night of nights
flittermice - occult - cynthia
bring the witching hour sacrifice
by reaching the tremendous climax
the unknown yet have carved
forever in eternal darkness
it shall be witchcraft |
