Luror - A Symptom of Evil


A symptom of pure evil 
Black as thy nightly shades 
And as pale as the jaws 
Of thy beasts of prey 

The contract of darkness 
Is signed under force 
I herald your name 
As you ride with the storms 

Lord of the shadows 
I prepare your coming 
To the realm of the weak 
With cold spell you're roaming 

Feared and hated 
With you I became 
With my breath I spread 
You're burning black Flame!!! 

Make no differences between wrong or right 
Give no damn for sense or reasons 
Oh Master, you're the only truth that's sure 
For you are the end of all of life's treason 

Death bless you all feeble humans 
He's the only honour 
That existence will grant you, scum!

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