The Dead Live - Shining Crown of Night - Thy Primordial

And all was chaos

That who beholds shall perish

With a roar, with a curse

Amid desolate places

Cold but burning

And all was chaos still

Where you gaze the dead live

Oh shining crown of night

Rises with splendour

Shining crown of night

Struck by the presence of time

The nauseating taste of life

The coming of the greater

The fall of man

Herald of the baneful storm

That which eternally lie

Beheld by the eye of the scryer

Yet dreaming, yet dead

Accursed bonds dissolve

And all was chaos still

Ever remain locked in impenetrable darkness

The present days are over

Where you gaze the dead live

Oh shining crown of night

Rises with splendour

Shining crown of night