Born a night from a rotten wom
Breath of terrible mournful past
Fear and misery of the peoples memories
Waiting for the coffin lid to open

With a Chalice raised to the Majesty
I'm his disciple and devotee
I am the fist of Satan clenched
In rapture by the worship

Cursed blaze of rituals
The sinister black catharsis
Remembering the unholy chants
As I scratch the wooden lid

I'm the melancholic lord of torment
The remains of a ruined soul
Evil presence from an Empires doom
The raven at your funerals

Under the full moon
Tormented howling winds
Born a Night from a rotten wom
Breath of terrible mournful past