The night has come to conquer the ember moon The night has come to drown in the black heart's desire Voices enter the root of thoughts and take them into the nocturnal void Withered hands hold the chalice of the mysteries dripping down the tongue The night's second face one step behind the beautiful caress Cold flames lacerate, crawling up the flesh and soul Until the candles of pain enlighten the entirety A writhing soul in the gruesome hands of the burning moon Trapped in the shroud of an innocent dream Shivering in moondrunk ecstasy when beauty reveals its cruelty A craving scythes the fetters of blood Ember fires feast upon the fetters of light When cruelty reveals its morbid beauty The gates await unlocked to a realm beyond divinity The steps only follow one way, the path towards sanity's end The thoughts descend into their tombs vanished is the name of pain Tears rise in the shadow's sleep Veil all those feeble wounds of a blinding sense Nothing is what it seemed to be remaining as a frozen dream Somewhere behind the shadow's veil Revelation of the morbid throne Conqueror of the unbegotten spark, the cursed seed The night has come to enter the spiritual crafts The night has come to unveil another sight The night has come to unleash the craving Do you feel the source that fills the chalice With the wine with mesmerizing strenght? Conqueror of the Ember Moon Harvester in the gardens of desolation Feel that pain bears more than pain When the eye catches the candle and not its light.