Upon The Dark Throne - Aura Noir

Upon the darkest of thrones

The true God is visible

The filthy sound of ten thousand (necro) morbid deaths

Smear my body with your destructive visions

Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego

Soak my veins in alcohol

Create the beast.

behind these armoured walls…

I shall not let others in

So pure the race

So few

But we (tormented) know

We know so f**king well not to hide

Yet to stay underground

You, you sit upon the darkest of thrones

Yet still remain as miserable, as necro, as evil, as hungry, as I…