In The Still Of A Northern Fullmoon - Setherial

Blackened night, growes of north;

my dark abode

All sences set to mind as moonlight lits the snow

At one with the night of nocturnal existence

The stars;

my as hate inside me grows

I’ve walked the earth, I’ve seen the stars

I’ve raged against the just;

To spread thefear in the feeble mind of christ

And as I die, in the name of myself I die

To enter new dimensions;

make the darkness break it’s way

And as I die, by the knife in the dark I die

Infernal war and fevers, infest this world with pain

I travel north where winds if dark desires blows

… To darkness I shall go

The skies above;

the stars are growing dim

… In the darkest times I die

Alone I cry;

hear my hail to this night of bloodshed

Alonei die;

as my body bleeds death shall be my key

… To emerge into sleep