The Hatred Of Disgust Upon The Faces Of The Meek Their Lips Burn With The Taste Of Plagued Virtues The Hands Of Destiny Are Non-Immortal Deaths Foretold
be called upon When I am strong enough When I destroy what's left This is what I await The enterprise of your demise I'm getting closer to the throne
Nocturnal drapery His twilight has now gone As the bloodred shadow will fall This hellish well will be cast upon...Forced upon all Drain the veins
eternal... this world shall be our empire! Dragon Imperium, throne of the Ancient Gods, behold the axiom, Wyruld-Cyninga! It is time! We shall rule, and upon
throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame, A lambent flame far colder than the frozen surface upon which it dances... And then, enlightenment comes, gleaming down upon
thyself our obscene Queen And cleanse us with the Black Flames of your beauty We are your faithful children And we call upon you in this blackest of
-born, I rose Arcturius A proud, audacious King mantled in the vehemence of lust Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided In awe of the
my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake "The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe
To die and live again Viking ships cross the sea In cold wind and rain Sail into the black of night Magic stars our guiding light Today the blood of battle Upon
Remember me as king upon the throne of pain" And midnight of hunger ripping forth with hate As vengeance chimes thy fate Upon an altar, a song played upon
Your dreams forbidden I'll fulfill Black souls, black souls, black souls, I am the... Black souls, black souls, black souls, I am the... I am the guardian of black
his gauntleted fist a huge black sword, a magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome sorcerous power crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing upon