Crawling on the Black Wings of the Vampire
Hovering under the omen of death
Before the hills of darkness and the black arts
Despair presages the arrival
The essence of vampiric evil in its path
Dragging its broken wings on the ground
Candles as red as your eyes
Putting out the fire with your pale fingers
The presage of forbidden shadows
The white knight will bring true humanity
Fear and suffering for this nation
The mist of the night will hang your fragility
Turning you into the worm that you are
Praised for the insignificance of these beings
Virgins raped and killed on my carpet
The vampiric ritual of blasphemy and death
Will be written with the blood of your king
A Veneration of The Mournful Specter
The black form walks under the snow
Stamping its steps on the white of the ground
Frozen fruit is placed in its basket
Leaving a trail of blood where it passes
The forgotten emperor returns to the sun
Gliding his black wings in the moonlight
Leaving his last trace of humanity
Assuming his unholy diabolical form
The hopeless will be the first to succumb
Those who denied the presence of death
Curse and blasphemy will torment them
Until fear stops their hearts
The cold and icy storm takes over
Filling our land with their false love
But you forget that inside my chest
There's nothing but pain and greed
Ceremony of Night Creatures
Scrolls written with your blood
Cursed by crimson red
They refuse to believe and feel the magic
Until they see the unholy eyes of death
Prophecies forbidden by the ancient witch
Now hover with black wings in the cloudy sky
They refuse to feel the hate and the evil
Until they see through the shadows in the mist
Vampire necromancy is beginning
Bringing back the nefarious beings of evil
Creatures of the night grinding their teeths
Overlooked in the past, they are reborn from the ground
Devouring bodies with their damned blood
While chewing on their rotting human flesh
Commanded and armed by the vampire
Forgotten souls enslaved by pain
The Morbid, Pale and Hateful Knight of Transylvania
The ground brought rotten fruit this season
Covered with the false red of these roses
He spreads his black wings before the abyss
The weak and depressed will be guided by the knight
Cold nights of our winter of blood
The cursed funeral haunts my past
My sword falls from my pale fingers
Tear my heart to pieces and kill me
The angel of death is kissing me with his cold ghostly lips
Noises of death and war blind my eyes
Rip my throat to shreds as I suffocate
I'm leading my corpse to my grave
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Dedicated to the all vampiric souls who hover in the moonlight and burn under the sunrise.
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released December 14, 2022
Vocals and Instruments - Werwulf
Mixing and Production - Darkned Werewolf from Dark Misanthropy
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