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As the plague of sorrow caresses my soul

And the wind of a thousand funerals

breathes the coming of pain

The solitude of blackness

is so great and encompassing

It eclipses the black of the moonlit sky

I light the candles to burn beyond the pentagram's edge,

into nothingness

And the nothingness shall reap the lamentation

of their now dying mass

My soulless eyes see nothing but everything that is

Hands of silence grace the lands of emptiness

Possessed by the dark lord's conquering power

The awakened visions bringing forth the end

Horizon's of sunrise fade on

as the stake is driven into the hearts of all faith

Their visions of the proud and mighty

are but mere embers and ashes of our infernal war!

My legion's blade gleam from the hacking blows

And its presence no longer showing steel but of blood

Sneering faces of my enemies stained in the rain of red

Wretched are they desiring mercy from my onslaught

Weakness shall have the blood it hungers for, its own

Fields of impalement and funeral pyres

of rising smoke cover this weak land

A testament of my never ending holocaust

Once again,

I stand proud igniting the candles on my altar black

Now drowned in the seas of my conquered enemies