Towards the synagogue, with thirst for Semite blood… From a trail of churches Burning. Under the Haunting Moon, with sword in hand I ride and I exalt the horns
Songs of the CRIMSON MOON
Fallen is the throne with darkness overthrown…the light drifts away. Glory to those who raise the Dragons sign before the altar of chaos and chant the sacred names, that
I rise unto a dark moonless sky and through the dark, I see the distant flames, the torch-lit crossroads where the sender of nightly visions dwells the Ancient roads.
She is the Chaos Serpent, the Chaos that dwells in the Sea. She is of primordial essence, and her essence is transcended through me. Spawned from Her are the
A curse unto thy Adversary whose essence, shall wither away. … and so shall the Rose of Purity, wither. I am the freezing touch that takes life away, I
Feasting on the Blood, penetrate the flesh Jugular open wide, spurting immortal life. Surging with power, your blood makes me strong Drinking from the veins of immortality. From roots
I descend to my depths. To live on is to bask in pain. Misery is thy mortality. I find myself amidst Labyrinthes of Depression. I wander the endless hallways,