Limbonic Art

I require the solace of the shadows
So the night can be redeemed
As the winds of darkness whispers my name
A kiss of death I receive
Nocturnal enchanter to thy art I yield
Within the candlelight a rapture is sealed
I set the stones for invoking ceremonies
In the twilight zones arise abstract galaxies
The magic eye unveils the blackened skies
A new horizon begins to each one that dies
The desolation makes me feel
So dark, so cold, the silence
So dark, so cold, the emptiness