Under the Dead of Night
Descend the crumbling stairway to the labyrinth within My hands caress the mossy walls, the corpse-light guiding me To unholy lands of shattered bones and toppled stones Through the frozen gateway where nameless horrors roam Offerings adorn the walls, relics hewn from bone Dust bound horrors, candle wax and faces carved in stone The drapes are worn and tattered from the cold embrace of time Ancient is this sorrow, unbound this lust of mine Can you hear the howling on the night winds? Sweet temptation calling from the grave! Oaths I’ve sworn to liberate this darkness Her splendour all around, enthralls me The Moon is on the rise Black wings fill the sky, they’re calling In dead of night, through pale moonlight With lips of ice, I kiss the frozen mother With cold delight, under the dead of night! The shadows rise around me, I feel their call From hallowed graves To shun the light, and bask in purest darkness For all time, under the dead of night! Spires bathed in moonlight in a land of sunken graves The ghosts are shining beacons, the dead ones speak my name Rising from the top soil, writhing insects crawl Drenched in putrid essence, born of death and nightmares A thousand curses bind her tomb until the Earth unbound The secrets of the netherworld, within her womb are found The bonds are cut, the shackles loose, my veins are open wide Sanguine drips unto her mouth, bringing death unholy life Interred in shrouds of cerecloth, she slept in solitude Until a million suns have fell, devoured by conquering moon Her acolytes hunt and gather, supreme nocturnal might To drink the blood of purity under Luna light The chalice raised in offering, in these crimson vaults Where horrors reign and midnight spells are cast against the cross Her sacrilegious bloodline once again shall rule An empire now eternal, under the triumphant moon Can you hear the howling on the night winds? Temptation crawling from the grave The Moon is on the rise Black wings fill the sky, they’re calling In dead of night, through pale moonlight With hands of ice, I caress the frozen mother With cold delight, Under the Dead Of Night! The shadows rise around me, I feel their call From empty graves To shun the light, and bask in purest darkness For all time, under the dead of night!
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026