Katharsis

Shadows in the black fog...
Restless, endless, soulless, wandering
Gate of darkness' morbid children
Shadows in the black fog
Dawn of evil blood so eagerly awaiting
Raised within an ark of grace &
Beauty hidden
When they creep from their layre
In the mass-graves,
On the dark fields of infinite anguish,
Under a hollow indifferent sky,
The eternal sky
It is time to reach out for the sceptre.
It is time for our master to conquer.
It is time for the olde hooded reaper.
Grim lorde death, he is once more to ryde.
Shadows in the black fog
Lifeless, fleshless, breathless, haunting
Fear & plague & misery's messengers
Shadows in the black fog
Dawne of evilhearts so solemnly