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Hauntings of the specters forming fear

The war of all the plague of night is now revealed

The shaman is calling to the sphere of terror and hidden knowledge

The force of darkness that enshrouds the initiates aim

While in final hours we know that we will be victorious

For the will of the light is weak in its eroded hope

When the black energies of our kind unite

The fields are stained with the blood of a dark purpose

And this blasphemy was lashed forth from a forked tongue

The heavens became a flaming inferno

The somber gloom of the light's day before our war

Has turned into a day in which priest's blood has spilled on horizon's of hope

And in rich crimson the dusk is covered in sheep's blood

On the throne of man we sit smiling, our triumph has come

Death, salvation of humanity

Though no one can ease my hunger

A lost plane of knowledge left dormant for centuries

Vistas of realities unveiled for heavenly desecration

Darkness takes consciousness in full form

Pacing slowly through dark forests the chilling effect of the night

The calling of nocturnal majesties brought upon destroyed ruins

The witch unfolds the parchment paper

To become a slave of the coven's need

So she spoke the words of enchanting praise

The fallacy of human to impel themselves into being humble

In times of sickness we thing we could fail

But all I can see in the distance

Is the burning funeral pyres in the dead of night

The beast has arisen from it's sleep to conquer this world

For its time was brought by the coming of wolves