A rain of black blood For d**h and lust eternal And armmageddon to descend In rapture and decay Enchantress of the scythe Harvesting the damned Across skies of red As dusk weaves the night Nocturnal... moonlight dressed as a flame A freezing mist kissing like a spell To adore the weeping sunset in mourning Embracing this desire for the night As if a dream of everlasting darkness In lust a moon so sublime as eternal Tainted with red for blood running endlessly Ate wept with the d**h of Ra Absorbing landscapes of wonder and chaos Immemorial horizons that reach the most ancient storms Purest than a virgin heart In a loom of flesh and blood and golden threads Sunset supreme melting to weave the night Like a blooming black rose awaken in Hades And with Ereshkigal by side to conquer Surrounding black velvet from above and beyond Like a shrine to seduce a pale cold body In music and perfume vanishing to reborn The wolves howl to the moon As dusk weaves the night The sunset breed sing of mystic beauty And trees older than seasons are enamoured As dusk weaves the night Ravens haunt the innocent cattle The eldest paths are opening beneath In the embracing light of Hecate A silhouette of pale cold seducing cerements The scent of dying shadows and everlasting decadence In landscapes where chaos and wonder meet Immemorial storms across endless horizons In pure and twisted virginity spawned Weaved in a loom of flesh and blood As the night is weaved by sunset supreme Hades awaken like a blooming black rose Conquering with Ereshkigal by side From above and beyond black velvet surrounds Fenriz howl Sublime the lady with the scythe Harvesting to armmageddon As dusk weaves the night Higher goes Astarte Moonrise in rapture Withering charms of light As dusk weaves the night