Abazagorath - Rites Of The Black Herald lyrics

Channeling the ethereal moons Engulfed by the night mist Carnal yearning for fresh blood Diabolic hooded figures in essence Beckoning unholy vigil Primitive evil Feel the chill Foul and ancient Endure the precious fragment Renouncing a profane religion Transcending, manifesting in the flesh Disciples of sacrilege To mock the weeping saints Infinite darkness entombed no longer Rotting within burning crypts Flaming host bestows his gift Circle of abhorrence Saponified flesh consumed Northern winds are calling in tongues They speak of doom Northern winds are calling in tongues They speak of doom...