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Between the lines of dead language tongues,

before the dawn our hearts they shall hunt.

The smell of blood excites the nostrils,

at first cut the sanguinary worship of.

Red spraying punctures, a sight so divine.

Clutching her carcass, face frozen in time.

A distorted dialect for the draining of veins,

to the flooding of bed sheets with sick crimson rain.

A warped diction of scriptures befouled,

traditions steeped within disgraces reviled.

Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow!

Nocturnal majesty,

sworn to black we'll always be.

Damnation's diction, a deadly disclosure.

Our poisons in their goblets drip.

How perfectly hideous so eloquently scribed,

each scripture so skillfully sick.

Parchments scabbed over with plasmatic prose,

prophesize permanent night.

The words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul,

and bestow me with infernal might.

A warped diction of scriptures befouled,

traditions steeped within disgraces reviled.

Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow!

Nocturnal majesty,

sworn to black we'll always be.

Hatred and persistence,

destined to see a complete eclipse,

of that hated sphere of the sun.

By the light unspoken,

this language of brutality.

Enraptured I have become unholy,

nights arms welcome me.

Nocturnal majesty,

sworn to black we'll always be.

Hatred and persistence,

destined to see a complete eclipse,

of that hated sphere of the sun.

Soon the creatures of the night shall rule the world,

and there is no one to stop us!