Album: Disciple of the Heinous Path
Born a night from a rotten wom
Breath of terrible mournful past
Fear and misery of the peoples memories
Waiting for the coffin lid to open
With a Chalice raised to the Majesty
I'm his disciple and devotee
I am the fist of Satan clenched
In rapture by the worship
Cursed blaze of rituals
The sinister black catharsis
Remembering the unholy chants
As I scratch the wooden lid
I'm the melancholic lord of torment
The remains of a ruined soul
Evil presence from an Empires doom
The raven at your funerals
Under the full moon
Tormented howling winds
Born a Night from a rotten wom
Breath of terrible mournful past