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Funeral moon awakens my cryptic being

Enthroned within powers of supreme immortality

Accursed sun no longer bringing life

To my cold, black earth

I, the night cloak,

that which breeds in the hearts of all plagues

Bringeth the sorrow upon all humanity,

and shall rest in my throne of blood

Sanguinary black skies behold this path I follow

Death winds encircle me, I shall reign triumphant

O' Lord of the moon's essence

my guide of passion and hate

Our kingdom eternally

flows through the shadowed lands

Lord of my being, united we shall conquer!

I, the harvester, Satan's earthly breed

Hath taken the eternal vow

to uphold commands of the darkest night

This world a mere playground to me,

dismembered lambs of Christ are the tears in my eyes

They fall to the ground on which I stand

My moonlit eyes see ages old

Gazing into the bloodied woods

which I hold within my hands

Weak and helpless souls wander my lands

Unknowing of the fate that shall become their destiny

Harbinger of the grotesque, I am

Carved in my cold, black soil of my ancient slumber

Drenched in blood

My existence forever calling

from the depths beyond this world