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Where the shadows comes alive

Life has no meaning

Death is the key to the realm of the ancient ones

Eleven blades to cut the flesh

Rituals of self destruction

Evoking the unholy one

Channeling the bloodstorm

Inheriting the throne

Where darkness destroys

What light creates

Black somber dominion

Wings of pestilence

Wings of decay

Storming into the darkst chasm

Channeling the bloodstorm

A throne for we to obtain

And for you to leave behind

Death is the key

Death is the royal scepter