demons once came to me. Now the strength is in our blackened sight, Crushing the moorings of christian thraldom. Commend the fires of black souls. Extol
Reveal, whose name we summon in dark. Stir up the nocturnal dominions, under the ghostly fullmoon. Persecute the sleeps of thee which decline to confess
Darkness has fallen, burnt the sign to holy flesh. Denominations of whiteness and sanctuaries will wither away. The cross shall no longer be in high
eternity, Fullmoon's nocturnal ceremony, fortress of shadows. Night, assembly hall of possession...extolled black harmony. Above the clouds, above my soul, the sky turns blacker
