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letra de under the dead of night - ninkharsag

descend the crumbling stairway to the labyrinth within
my hands caress the mossy walls, the corpse-light guiding me
to unholy lands of shattered bones and toppled stones
through the frozen gateway where nameless horrors roam
offerings adorn the walls, relics hewn from bone
dust bound horrors, candle wax and faces carved in stone
the drapes are worn and tattered from the cold embrace of time
ancient is this sorrow, unbound this l-st of mine

can you hear the howling on the night winds?
sweet temptation calling from the grave!
oaths i’ve sworn to liberate this darkness
her splendour all around, enthralls me

the moon is on the rise
black wings fill the sky, they’re calling
in dead of night, through pale moonlight
with lips of ice, i kiss the frozen mother
with cold delight, under the dead of night!
the shadows rise around me, i feel their call
from hallowed graves
to shun the light, and bask in purest darkness
for all time, under the dead of night!

spires bathed in moonlight in a land of sunken graves
the ghosts are shining beacons, the dead ones speak my name
rising from the top soil, writhing insects crawl
drenched in putrid essence, born of death and nightmares
a thousand curses bind her tomb until the earth unbound
the secrets of the netherworld, within her womb are found
the bonds are cut, the shackles loose, my veins are open wide
sanguine drips unto her mouth, bringing death unholy life
interred in shrouds of cerecloth, she slept in solitude
until a million suns have fell, devoured by conquering moon
her acolytes hunt and gather, supreme nocturnal might
to drink the blood of purity under luna light
the chalice raised in offering, in these crimson vaults
where horrors reign and midnight spells are cast against the cross
her sacrilegious bloodline once again shall rule
an empire now eternal, under the triumphant moon

can you hear the howling on the night winds?
temptation crawling from the grave

the moon is on the rise
black wings fill the sky, they’re calling
in dead of night, through pale moonlight
with hands of ice, i caress the frozen mother
with cold delight, under the dead of night!
the shadows rise around me, i feel their call
from empty graves
to shun the light, and bask in purest darkness
for all time, under the dead of night!

- ninkharsag

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