Medieval March

Beu Ribe

Weak light was my benefactor 
His sins would wonder eternally 
So let solstice kill blessings 
And deny fallen utopies 
Incantation of my shepherd 

In ways of sin we embrace night 
This is the last temptation of the trinity denied 

So pure as winter 
Spawned your wings 
I deny the name of light 
With grace stained hands 

Portraits of ashes and chaos 
Behold your great victory 
Under children of satiric smiles 

As once you were greatness 
I spit over your pallid face 
You were never nothing 

Angels praying madness 
Harvest thorns mocking 
Disgrace is the last breath 

Let memory remind your empire 
Above all the creatures of might 
Yet I wonder to destroy your god 

Spirit of wraith bless my mourning ambition 
For I'll drink eternally your tears 
Once again let me return from where I became one of the night 
Behold shadows of midnight autumn spreading sadness over sheep 
It's breathing heart will cease living 
By wings of chaotic winter he walked within the path of sacred blasphemies 
Jugular tongues announced his end and fucked gracely at the graveyard 
Spreading libido and madness over the soil 
Born one more time to broke the face of god 
I call you - tempted spirit of sadness 
Be my guide once again 
I call you - father of lies 
Be my guardian one more time 
I call you once again 
Become flesh and sick spirit 
Be one with darkness
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