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The mark of my steps

dissapear in the blackest night

ravens fly over my moribund soul

waiting for the demons that arise

with the unholy sands of madness.

Walking an unknown path

guided by the shadows

that embrace me into nightmares

those that bring terror and despair.

Embrace terror - Embrace despair

your mind gets empty and demises,

awakes and never sleep again

to satisfy your hunger

to feed your hate.

The night of the Necromancer has fell

the sun won't rise again

perpetual sunset to listen

hungry wolven howls.

Nocturnal worshipper

live to prepare your flesh

for your own sacrifice.

Pay with your pagan blood

offer your soul to the ancient ones

and prepare your triumphant return.