Towards Thy Realm - Setherial

I lift the blood filled chalice the sky;

And drink in the honour of my master of the deep.

I kneel before the black altar of Satan

and sign of the Baphomet.

And command the dark forces to come forth…

Black clouds embraces the light of the moon

and legions of demons appears…

And as the fires touch the sky,

a dimension denied through aeons reveals…

From the vast abhorred deeps.

Through the clouds;

from infernal storms;

he appears.

In front of thousands of demons hordes.

A domain of damnation and death.

And a shivering voice led me towards the fire.

Towards the realm of night…

Black clouds embraces the light of the moon

and legions of demons appears;

As fires touch the sky, an uncontrolled vision

calls from the dark depths.

Disciples of Satan;

Awaiting for the awakening…

Like a cold winter breeze sweeping silently

across the northern wasteland.

I fly towards the nightrealm and

an eternity in darkness.

I have always longed for this existence

through the centuries of my time.

Forever sheltered from light,

forever a servant of Satan.

«I wonder, am I a demon?

I can feel the power flowing through my veins»

From the vast abhorred deeps.

Through the clouds;

from infernal storms;

he appears.

In front of thousands of demons hordes.

A domain of damnation and death.

And a shivering voice led me towards the fire.

Towards the realm of night…

The sign hell has been revealed on the sky.

By the demons of Ira;

the reaper;

Ankou has been send forth.

Only the silence of the

deserted lands remains.

All life devours in the fires.

The final chapter of humanity;

is finally

closed and forgotten Creation;

reverse

I remember how I’ve seen the horizon at daylight;

been painted black by horned devils,

And wide opened gateways into dark unearthly dimensions

The unhallowed ones, who dwells invisible

among the shadows, disciples of Satan;

Awaiting for the awakening.