Necrodeath

An archaic atmosphere surrounds me
Like flaming snakes in Lilith's womb
Three candles mark their inner boundary
And the night creatures stop their charts
I gather the winds
I rend the clouds
The evil nature has arrived
Under the kindly glance of the moon
Your serpent eyes control the faded pages
Custodians of unforgotten words
I bring storms
I unchain flames
Flame of malignance
Nature of disgust
Flame of malignace
Burn in the dust
The avid hands are preparing the circle
Protected by the supreme flame
The shining pentagram is burning now