Entering through keyholes Thy shadow stalks it’s prey Taste of blood on gnashing teeth Thy mind gives thoughts to thy grave Although their world abandons thee It is the funeral thy soulless body craves On this journey towards mortality I roam, trapped within blood soaked urges Within the Tragic Realm we exist In the absence of light… A melancholic void of sorrowful twilght We deny the modern world, and return To the ways of old, as we answer… The beckoning ancient black call Violating what is visceral and alive For essence sustains this mirrored life Alone, secretive and deceptive Throats pierced to flow adrenochrome Before the morning sun usurps the night Before mourning psalms usurp the silence A dark path of blood abided by parasites shall flow Darkness shalt be the bond through chaotic voids… Crawling in desperate, decaying trances Compulsed to murder under crescent moon Till sunrise summons thy remains to ash To all men, I am all plagues incarnate Within the Tragic Realm, we exist In the absence of light… A melancholic void of sorrowful twilght We deny the modern world, and return To the ways of old, as we answer… The beckoning ancient black call Amidst this Tragic Realm, we exist In the solace of night… In a desolate void of sorrowful moonlight We deny the living world, and return… To the ways of yore, as we answer… The beckoning funeral call