The night has come to conquer the ember moon

The night has come to drown in the black heart's desire

Voices enter the root of thoughts and take them into the nocturnal void

Withered hands hold the chalice of the mysteries dripping down the tongue

The night's second face one step behind the beautiful caress

Cold flames lacerate, crawling up the flesh and soul

until the candles of pain enlighten the entirety

A writhing soul in the gruesome hands of the burning moon

Trapped in the shroud of an innocent dream

Shivering in moondrunk ecstasy when beauty reveals its cruelty

a craving scythes the fetters of blood

ember fires feast upon the fetters of light

when cruelty reveals its morbid beauty

The gates await unlocked to a realm beyond divinity

The steps only follow one way, the path towards sanity's end

the thoughts descend into their tombs vanished is the name of pain

Tears rise in the shadow's sleep

Veil all those feeble wounds of a blinding sense

nothing is what it seemed to be remaining as a frozen dream

somewhere behind the shadow's veil

Revelation of the morbid throne

Conqueror of the unbegotten spark, the cursed seed

The night has come to enter the spiritual crafts

The night has come to unveil another sight

The night has come to unleash the craving

Do you feel the source that fills the chalice

with the wine with mesmerizing strenght ?

Conqueror of the Ember Moon

Harvester in the gardens of desolation

Feel that pain bears more than pain

when the eye catches the candle and not its light.