Slaying souls, danse macabre

From within and still unscarred

I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death

And all around fore none as demon shall be found

Out beneath the azrael

Tolling raven of the knell



And to my dark angel



Whose form too vast to comprehend

As demons rise and re-ascend

Here is were evenings serenades

Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves



For my words are without sound

Far beyond and well renown

Centuries of dusk in time

Bleeding shadows of thy shrine

Within, thy darkness frey born of kaos in decay

Reaping shadows unto thee

A gracious death for all to see

As infinite avails

The human race that never fails

Played upon thy calming heart

Eyes of terror bleeding hard

That I doth control thee

Leading southward to the key

Hanging from the brances frail

Queen of darkness to unveil



Where whispers charm thy emptiness

And pierce thy tenous membrane

That striketh through my anguished heart

And tainted skys, where once demons remained

As the silent darkness breeding

Winters hate in silouettic sky

Stained with blood of an ancient slumber

With such a passionate melancholy



Of ages past and times to come

Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues

And spirits chanting satans hail

As darkness falls unto thy veil



Between in death thy black spirit

From thy pain we shall commit

Sleeping shadows demons fray

From beyond in massacre's pain

Fore thou art draped in sin

Amidst the shadows I have been

And seek the silent sentinel

On battlefields where they fell



Desire rekindles thee

Nearer than infinite

The dying