Black moonless night of sinister power
Chtonic forces flow through the land
On silent shrines we worship the Dark Face
And call for the multitude of gifts from below
Even though Light is You are the source of it
Root that go deep into fathomless dimensions
Our forsaken power is held in your hands
May you rise and make horror visible
A fiery Will to get back to beginnings
And get closer and closer to our origins
Skeleton hands brought us to life
Bony limbs will grasp us in the end
Terrifying you are - demonized you were
Terror is the fuel that guides towards you
For wayfarers of the Benighted Path
The Darkness will always be our guide
Sinister Motherhood
The primeval paradox
Sinister Motherhood
The Beginning and the End