cold earth

blackened souls blessed by eternity dwelling under unholy ground forbidden thoughts and dreams provided by strong storms of bold beliefs and black souls of immortality the demons are dancing

creeping on the path clinging to the fairytale which the call religion they are slayed by our demons of war and hurling storms these are human creatures of a filthy and weak kind

as we crawl up and out

of our cold earth with blood

on our hands and faces

we greet our brothers

with horned wings and cold minds

the dwelling and feeding

it is complete

now we rise