Born a night from a rotten womb. Breath of terrible mournful past. Fear and misery of the peoples memories Waiting for the coffin lid to open. With a Chalice raised to the Majesty I'm his disciple and devotee. I am the fist of Satan clenched In rapture by the worship Cursed blaze of rituals The sinister black catharsis Remembering the unholy chants. As I scratch the wooden lid. I'm the melancholic lord of torment. The remains of a ruined soul. Evil presence from an Empires doom The raven at your funerals Under the full moon Tormented howling winds Born a Night from a rotten womb Breath of terrible mournful past.