Warlock

I have drunk the smelly christian blood of one thousand pregnant women

Twisted their pitiful lifes and their souls in order to burst in the nothingness

All that I touch and contemplate must slowly perish in suffering

I am the wizard born from a blazing coal

Inhabiting the tombs of the human kind

No prayer can save you, the nights are too

Black for the angels, it's pointless to flee

I see where you are in the ravens'eyes

I will shred your spirit

On your face shines the cadaveric reflection

This life breathes anguish

Soon the moon will light up the marble of your grave on which I will drop dispair flower

The shining stars of heaven dye my icy eyes

My scorn for the mortals is rocked by the angels cries

Ravens