Nihilist - Lord Sathanas Returns - Black Funeral

Let the shadowa becloud my configuration

all is seen as a specter

from the night of Pan (in which I will dwell)

brings an order to the casual world

from a desert, deep within the tombs of our kind

I have become will to conquer once again

to bestow my law

time forever passes (blood still pours)

I enter my homeland, the forests, caves and mountains…

to rule again within my ascendant’s domain…

slowly, I will lacerate the white body of an enchantress

and experience the flesh in all it’s alumnus pleasure

Through the Red Dragon, our blood of Nachttoter,

through the Black Order of the Dragon to build the

Empire of Blood

As the nocturnal drus awake my restful visage

I descend from a sinister gray castle

to venerate the severed flesh, still so ripe…

The wolf comes to the surface (of my will)

Fenrir unleashed, a leather-like cloak made of human

carrion will glide into the night

to reside in our Empire of Blood…