Medieval March

Weak light was my benefactor
His sins would wonder eternally
So let solstice kill blessings
And deny fallen utopies
Incantation of my shepherd

In ways of sin we embrace night
This is the last temptation of the trinity denied

So pure as winter
Spawned your wings
I deny the name of light
With grace stained hands

Portraits of ashes and chaos
Behold your great victory
Under children of satiric smiles

As once you were greatness
I spit over your pallid face
You were never nothing

Angels praying madness
Harvest thorns mocking
Disgrace is the last breath

Let memory remind your empire
Above all the creatures of might
Yet I wonder to destroy your god

Spirit of wraith bless my mourning ambition
For I'll drink eternally your tears
Once again let me return from where I became one of the night
Behold shadows of midnight autumn spreading sadness over sheep
It's breathing heart will cease living
By wings of chaotic winter he walked within the path of sacred blasphemies
Jugular tongues announced his end and fucked gracely at the graveyard
Spreading libido and madness over the soil
Born one more time to broke the face of god
I call you - tempted spirit of sadness
Be my guide once again
I call you - father of lies
Be my guardian one more time
I call you once again
Become flesh and sick spirit
Be one with darkness