Nocturnal

Between the lines
of dead language tongues,
before the dawn our hearts they shall hunt.
The smell of blood
excites the nostrils at first cut.
The sanguinary worship
of red spraying punctures a sight so divine.

Clutching her carcass,
a face frozen in time.
A distorted dialect
for the draining of veins
to the flooding of bedsheets
with sick crimson rain.
A warped diction of scriptures befouled,
traditions steeped within disgraces reviled.

Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow.
Nocturnal majesty,
sworn to black we’ll always be.
Damnation’s diction,
a deadly disclosure,
our poisons in their goblets drip.

(Oh how) How perfectly hideous,
so eloquently scribed-
each scripture so skillfully sick.
Parchment 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 night realm we bow.
Nocturnal majesty,
sworn to black we’ll always be.
Hatred and persistance,
destined to see a complete eclipse
of that hated sphere the sun.

[Solo]

By the light unspoken,
this language of brutality.
Enraptured I have become uhonly.
Night’s arms welcome me.

Nocturnal majesty,
sworn to black we’ll always be.
Hatred and persistance,
destined to see a complete eclipse
of that hated sphere the sun