Testo di The Cult Of Shadows

A shadow is cast across the cracks of the aging stone wall An engulfing darkness unfurling its tendrils as the sun sets The birth of a new night... The birth of a new dark Those who stalk the night Those who still know the call Those who stay and fight They shall never fall The right hand of our master Spewing his words and feeding him souls The cult of shadows & ghosts if the south congregate on these darkest nights As slithers of moonlight glimmer through the shattered windows Of this ruined church the ritual takes place. The flies swarm and all matter of nature turns black A millenia of bloodshed under the crippled yoke of the white light faith As the stars burn out in our eyes and the smoke of the final candle dies As the chanting fades in the distance, this pact is with us for life. The absolution of the darkest Power.