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