Lurker, stalker, devourer of night
The graves are empty, nocturnal supremacy
What once was flesh, now a vessel for the devil’s deeds
Primordial rites below the moon
Carved into bone
Entranced by lust
Deep in the shadows
Total madness triumphant
Sing, heathen, sing
In celebration of all perished
And when you are to return
Strip this world of fucking man