From the Shadow, rising.. A pale becoming Like a leaking sewer pipe rancid, rusted by the time of existance Wasting and losing energy Still deteriorating... withering Arteries spread by my gospel! Blood is the life, they say.. But plagued is this wine poisoned to contaminate Luciferian gifts!
It isn't the day that conquers the night, Nor does dark become overcome by light But the existance of another is but the opposite
All living will DIE!!! Either a quickened end or slow one of the deterioration... Which is more painful one is to decided by the sufficated But us, the Dark Blessed shall walk as elite above these mortals And the knowledge comes too late when we rule supreme, master! SUPREME!!! MASTER!!!
It's the night that kills the light and the day is slain by dark This existance, balance is created from the blacker side