UPON THE SHADOWY BLACK WINGS OF THE NIGHT

TRAVEL THE DARKEST OF OBSCURE CREATIONS

THEIR MOUTHS DRIPPING WITH THE BLOOD OF MORTALS

THEY SEE THROUGH EYES AS BLACK AS THE ENDLESS NIGHT SKY

THEIR RAZOR SHARP CLAWS ARE AS SCYTHES

THAT TEAR THROUGH HUMAN FLESH

AN ANCIENT EVIL BEYOND THE GRASP OF TIME

THAT DESCENDS UPON THE LAND SCOURGING THE EARTH

AND CONSUMING THE SOULS OF THE LIVING

SCREAMS OF THE DYING MERGE WITH THE HOWLING OF WOLVES

IN THE NIGHT TO THE FULL NORTHERN MOON

AS HORDES OF BATLIKE FORMS FLIT THROUGH THE AIR

SHARING IN THEIR ECSTASY

THROUGH THE EYES OF THE DEAD THE MOON TURNS CRIMSON

AS TORRENTS OF BLOOD CASCADE THE LANDS

SATURATING THE EARTH SO DEVOID OF LIFE

A CHALICE IS RAISED BY WITHERED HANDS

FROM THE SOIL OF THE BLACKENED LANDS

AND IT IS DRANK IN FULL

IN HONOR OF THE DARKEST TIMES



[LYRICS: IXITHRA, LORD OF THE SYLVAN SHADOWS]

[& SYNVORLATH, LORD OF THE ANCIENT MOON]