cold earth
blackened souls blessed by eternity dwelling under unholy ground forbidden thoughts and dreams provided by strong storms of bold beliefs and black souls of immortality the demons are dancing
creeping on the path clinging to the fairytale which the call religion they are slayed by our demons of war and hurling storms these are human creatures of a filthy and weak kind
as we crawl up and out
of our cold earth with blood
on our hands and faces
we greet our brothers
with horned wings and cold minds
the dwelling and feeding
it is complete
now we rise