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