Poetry For Thy Glory

Almighty Lord of Darkness I invoke thee in this night

Into the most of decadence I get.

To show thee my devotion my veins are open wide

My voices rage the purity, screaming for thy guide.

I fall asleep in forests, thy creatures make no sound

Again I feel the prophecy in my hands.

To fulfill thy desires I'm made

for worshipping thy high powerful name.

I enter thy majesty, lord of the disgrace

The sorrow and the pain makes me stronger

To understand thy message through the shadow of thy wings

I salute thee, spill hot blood hailing thy horns.

Thy secrets are unevocable.

The gates of thy palace are a grateful death.

Arming off my soul with thy hate and with thy light

Coldest as a hell of ice are thy eyes, I repent to thee.

Embrace me, in thy sickness I'm powerful

Light my path with thy hand

Diabolical Hell of night, Knight of hell

Lead my soul towards the dark.

A chantic, a poesy made for thy glory

Fill with force our hearts to be brave

Our enemies will feel our wrath in thy name

Followers, recognize the sword given to us.

Lord of the Heaven, thy battle is lost

Our legion hath destroyeth thy temple of love

The ones who followed thee now denies thy weak name

Our master and king is our head

Becoming one here earth and hell

Let us revel in his souls of decay and sin

Feasting an orgy whose blood wilt be spilt again

But now in the name of thy reign

Ordering now to bend knees at the pass

Of thy light which blind any eye any mind

Shinning from thy face as a funeral moon

And thy wind he who chants at the woods.

We who were made to take up thy throne

I'll wait for thy empire forever I'll be

Destroying the souls of the pale and the son

Will be summoned in thy eternal pain.

Forever I'll be waiting even time keeps passing

I know I'm eternal, because I'm part of thy glorious legion.

I adore thee, lord of the storm and fear of God

For the eternity of thy evil I'll be chanting thy poetry...

Master of darkness

I'll show thee my devotion

Through my vision pureless

And sins full of corruption.

Thy gargoyles come to me

I receive them with open arms

Servants of thee

Lead thy darkness as guards.

Their wicked wings designed my fate

With their jaws sucked my faith

From here an Unholiness will be

My path of repent to thee.

I'm not worthy of pronouncing thy name

Neither to believe thy secrets will be shown

Let me pass the gates of thy divine hell

Greed, Death and impurity scorn.

Satan, Father of us

Show me thy will through thy gargoyles

And all the beasts underneath I will lust

As a slave servant rejoice will preach my voice.

Glaciabolous Poetry