Nocturnal Pulse - Night Crowned

I am the fire, the dark flame burning

I am the night, a dark shadow soul

The one who swallowed the light

The one who leads your path

Deserted by your own horde, forlorn till the end

Fear will set you free, death incarnate

Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you

Let it lead you over these desolate lands

You stigmatize the earth with your presence

Leaving only the cold north wind

To give birth to the winter

I am the darkness, the casket maker

I am the cold, the chill down your spine

A cursed man with visions of death

The night crowned his son, and the casket lowered

The poison runs in your veins

Pale skin

Yet you still crave for more, and more

A wish to enter the next state

Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you

Let it lead you over these desolate lands

You stigmatize the earth with your presence

Leaving only the cold north wind

To give birth to the winter