The great death rattle symphony plays in the fall of night In dust and dream, and in between, there hides a deadly bite The claws of tribulation scrape across your back Serenity fades in the morbid black The call of the moon, the darkness in bloom The kirkyard alive in beautiful gloom The breath of the wild, a sinister smile Rise from the vile, to hunt and beguile Hunderprest The grave is my sanctuary for all impulse and sin I fuck, I feed, the cunts they bleed, and quell the need within Sacred and sanguinary is the aftermath of lust Another onto Satan’s pyre thrust The call of the moon, the darkness in bloom The taste of the flesh, the violent swoon A beauty divine, nocturnally mine To hell confined, forever entwined Hunderprest Sleepless in death I am the fang, I am your fate, I am the fire, I am hate I am the void, I am the wraith, I am the storm, I am the plague Marred be the land on which I roam, betwixt the shadows and the stones Lurking in chiropteran form, smug in the ire of the storm From the earth’s ungodly womb rise the coffinborn Hordes of the cloister die in vain, and in excruciating pain So it shall begin… His vampiric majesty’s reign I will break the chains, and I will walk through flame The ruins of Melrose will be haunted by my name A never ending curse of sickness to enjoy I function only to destroy Dread Soul reaver Dread Doom weaver