Watain

A pallid shape is floating
A lurid shroud of fading life
What ones was a place so glimmering and bright
Has ignited itself and burnt out of light
I canonize thee, lord of the odius
For enlightening the path to perpetual might
For guiding me on this voyage
With nothing but scornful mirages in sight
Devour me, oh immense shadow
This locus is cursed, shroud me forever
Damnation be my lodestar
For humanity carves my veins
I've been nailed to a cross of anguish
Crucified above to behold
The blind, the loathsome's strife in vain
The holyness of those who should suffer my pain
Lunar strains of morbid grace
Reflections of nocturnal mysteries
Eternally hidden for their eyes