God's Debris - Noctiferia

I am Deathstorm, I spread the rain of evil

I am Nightwolf, seeking flesh

I am Life, Death, God

Fall not into the life unchosen

Where dilemmas breed

You’ll have a life of freedom raped

And I’ll laugh above Ye mortal men

It is You making evil fertile

-Your bold ostentation

It is You giving me a succubus

-Your shit for osculation

Fierce destroying sacred

And their hands are cleansed with filth

I am dead, of life forgotten

Death!

Carry me!

Through the Deathstorm, rain of evil

I — Feast for Nightwolves