كلمات Carnarium Eternal

With everlasting passion dripping off the blade Of the temple that we create This lust drives us to, to devour any and all obstructions We will march with hands on the cold blade Dedication to the craft of spilling our blood onto the page Rise This black circus of death & blood is eternal Writhing in the head Driving us to the undying lustrous light of crimson eyes The carnarium thrives evermore Upon the blackened wings of the raven above this sacred ground Dark ascension is inside Ascension, I smell the scent of the wolves Ascension, I hear the sound of the hooves I will consume all that's in sight Fearing nothing that lurks in the night The carnarium is eternal Giving its blessing to our wretched souls Forevermore creating this blight Dark ascension is inside