When our virtues fall At night we hear the silent call of Soul Destroyer
My mouth is made of silence Yet I speak with Her tongue These words of destruction This song of perdition
The words of destruction This song of perdition To you it's a gateway Into my world My sight black, luminescent Immersion, the dark current
When our virtues fall At night we hear the silent call of Soul Destroyer
The highest of the holiest She is the most feared The pulse of the red tide This madness of nightside
The pulse of the red tide This madness of nightside Tonight she is here She is drawing near Summon Her, no names She follows, no names
And when misanthropy fit shall fall Sudden from the heart like a weeping fire, That decries the droop-headed followers all And roars liberty in these times so dire
Then glut thy anger let it interpose, As a sword to sever slave from the soul Or as a wall between you and those Human sewers making world a hellhole
When our virtues fall At night we hear the silent call of Soul Destroyer