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Veiled with the shroud of a broken rapture

Ebullience falls silent, turned to utter rot

Under tenebrous heavenscapes the Blood Moon I summon

A black votive crown on the supernal shrine bestowed

With shadows invoked from the fires of Sheol

I walk the lunar pathway revealed

Through sombre realms grotesquely ascending

In the serpent's eyes I see myself exalted

Still I inhale the night's infernal afflatus

And revel in wisdom born to august blasphemies

As I prey on wretched saints weeping blood

Of a blind messiah lost on the devil's playground

O' gracefallen Father, we call upon thy name arcane

Unbless the weak, whilst they tremble under your touch

Bewinged unholy master of all treasures unknown to man

Grant us thy will to power, as the world burns at our watch

Acclaim the nocturnal harvest unhallowed

All our enemies upon thy horns be impaled!

Thus engulfed by your solemn grandeur

Extolled as victors shall we reclaim what is ours