Dysangelist Fir
A forgotten path I walk
Lost through ages and time
Visions of the infernal
Lurking in the mist
Feeling the eyes of the dead
Watching me

I speak the words of evil
With many tongues
I kiss the holy lamb
With poisoned lips
Spells upon the worms
To enslave them forever

Hearing their whispers
Through the night
Release us from death
For we shall return to this work
(and so) I follow the path
towards the altar of death
to the place where my wort
has to be done

demons released from existence
beyond this world
screaming blasphemies curses
then return to feel the darkness
meant to last forever
a veil of darkness
falling upon the cursed lands