As I walk among corpses and frozen shadows A smell of death everywhere through the land Strong wish for this tombworld to rise A nocturnal vision of desolation
Be proud to be the last one to live In mortal form, with a black soul of vengeance Behold the uncreation A landscape cold as the coldest winter night
Evilness prevails...
With tombs made of human flesh Spirits are doomed by the evil one Wandering beyond the gate of slumber Cursed to serve for their holy sins
Evilness prevails...
Empty eyes of torment Feeding the wolves of hell Enter the void Where you will have your grave As I walk through the night As I kll for my own pleasure My hunger is still unsatisfiedd Enter the void Where you will have your grave
With tombs made of human flesh Spirits are doomed by the evil one Wandering beyond the gate of slumber Cursed to serve for their holy sins
...Glory to the horned one Fro the palace of illusions