between the lines our dead language tongues before the dawns our hearts
they shall hunt the smell of blood excites the nostrils at first first cut the
sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures a sight so divine clutching
her carcass face frozen in time a distorted dialect for the draining
of veins to the flooding of bed sheets with sick crimson rain a warped
diction of scriptures befouled traditions steeped within disgraces reviled
father unholy one to your nightrealm we bow nocturnal majesty sworn to
black we'll always be damnation's diction a deadly disclosure our poisons
in their goblets drip how perfectly hideous so eloquently scribed each
scripture so skillfully sick parchments scabbed over with plasmatic prose
prophesize permanent night the words of sheer blackness paint ebony my
soul and bestow me with infernal might a warped diction of scriptures
befouled traditions steeped within disgraces reviled father unholy one
to your nightrealm we bow nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always
be hatred and persistence destined to see [bad word] eclipse of the hatred
sphere the sun by the light unspoken this language of [bad word] enraptured
i have [bad word] unholy nights arms [bad word] me