Thyrane

Darkness, plagues and torment.
The shadows of my death, reflect from the chalice of blood...so abyssal.
Gaze through the cursing solution.
Be drift to the enchanting extremeties.
Enter the hellhalls...see my eyes, so cold as ice.
Darkness, the gate to ones eternal rest...salvation
In this transitional stage to dimensions of longing dusk.
The clouds in a deathly manner darken the fields as pestilent shields.
Through the endless deserts of fiery moon.
The wolves come to thee, on behalf of the beyond empire.
As i, thou are cursed to dwell in the shadows of unconquered realm.
Enter the passage of twilight, feel my breath from chambers of satanic dreams.
On thy arrival from the spellbounded path, the flames strike like the demons once came to me.
Now the strength is in our blackened sight,
Crushing the moorings of christian thraldom.
Commend the fires of black souls.
Extol the crown of the kingdom of hell.
...At last the angels are conceived with hatred and death.