Almighty twilight, Summon thee before You slumber beneath murky skies, it breathes the hour of our birth My Grimlord speakth threw me the spirit in pure, is the fruit of immortality from whence the flesh we conquer, My Grimlord speakth through me High hangs the scarlet moon, for that which roams by night, your essence stirs them from thy morbid chapels And we of the earth and heavens (Akhkharu) And we of the wind and sea, (Bringer of plagues) Shall burn away what once prevailed... Sanctity uncoils the feathered serpent Till dusk of the spectral sleep When eternity bled the never-ending silence Nocturnium rose from its Sabbatical ruin, Blind to the sight of cruciform, Devoid of life and soul forevermore, The Darkling lord is with thee We drink with the horde of wolves to harvest the most precious blood Nocturnally embody the weak of soul For a conquest of ages to feed the Doomstone empire The Darkling lord is with thee...