Katharsis - Lunar Castles (harvest) lyrics

Summoning the evil ghosts, creatures from cosmic fields Spreading their spell o'er the corpses of kings In witchlight where we will meet Necromancy, Sortilegium, Maleficiatores... 6666 Legions of Hell... We are one to inherit the earth Before a thousand years have pa**ed Ship the astral open By the principles of spiritual reanimation And throw a horrid crape of pitch O'er the putrid gardens of (their) "joy" Praise Hail to the beast unholy Which haunteth in the aura of our spectres; Woven in time. Hermetically warped at the castles ... The woods call for a bleeding child... Hearken! This is our curse A treasure lieth beneath those trees A new force is given birth... In the circle of our dark rites Raping the angels, ringing His bell Bury the sunshine under His claws Yearn for the ones on the pinnacles of Hell On black thorns of chaos Where aeons fall to dust, distorted and perverted Before archaic northernmost tribunals of terror Enthronded by a demonforce for vengeance Nailing down the earthly gods at a black crucifixion Graves so cold d**h or sleep it is the same behynde the visible Where damnation mocketh from its gaping chasm Blind, dark and mad. A circle of giants Racing torrents, a cataract of stars Into the shapeless central void... And atrocious winds surround the collossal abyss Where they lurk and rage on their thrones grotesque So infinitely cold. Unpatient for the last command Until the universal end