The Black Domains
On a fullmoonnight of the Northern winter With my eclipsed soul as the sword in my hand I march towards the eternal perdition Where no might of God prevails Over the domains of God Where I rage my way through His legions Once again I dry my sword of blood I feel stronger by every drop At the gates my immortality decides my fate Shall I step onto the downward stairs Or shall I be the wolf in Heaven Destruction of divinity? When my reign on Earth has ceased My soul inherits the crown And my meaningless carnal existence Disappears with the wind For me the sun will never rise again From behind the horizon I shall follow my shadow Bound by no laws I drown into the mist of blasphemy Into the depths of eternity My black dreams gather as one To complete my reality
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Galloping over horizon The black riders veiled in the haze of the fells Warriors of the feared Emperor He who holds the scythe They ride to redeem the fallen souls Into the embracement of flames The inverted Trinity awaits Those with seven confessions to make And their sins will be forgiven In front of the ashes of Heaven And the scythe drains thy veins Thou shalt be eternal Thou shalt join the riders of death And behold the embodiement of doom behind the sun The gift has now been given Into the shadows And you become one of them The souls astray
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
The acrid taste of thy virgin blood Reminds me of my bleeding eyes And my tears blend into those drops Together they stream on thy moondust hair Into the screen of mist I suddendly disappear Leaving the macabre stench on thy dying existence Despair of not having you lying besides me Resounds in these four walls of my grave And the feeling of you so near me Strangles my gaze into the might of solitude Though I gained more powers of thy death Yet the life shall be now eternal Thy fragile and pale presence Glows in the smouldering passion of thine Which as a tempest tears thee within When thy fangs are wed to my neck Before the sun embarks the sky And sails over the hours so torturing We must return to our kingdom To rest over the day And when the twelfth hour is at hand Thou liveth of blood...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026