Nocturnal - Throne Of A Dying Essence

Look upon this day as night
From the seventh star
As the shadow has forseen

As the shadow has forseen
We now behold the chalice
In midnight glory
As the usurpers son shall
Rise

As the shadow has forseen
The great malice we shall bear
Or the tears of
Wrath

Despised, hated, decieved
Within thy decrepit walls

As seasons decay
As life slowly fades
As all life seems to pass away...
As valleys bleed
As the weak need
As the horizons shall grieve...
As the earth seems to wither
As the darkness takes hold
The seeds of sorrow sown...

So cold
So dark
So cruel
Thy hand condemned...
So hard
So tainted
So black this sword I wield...
So hateful
So hungry
So barren this world I leave...

Whispered tales
Dark forboding
Pale eyes pierce the dark
In this land of hate

Beyond graveyard mists
The moss the stoney ground
Mezmerized by moon and thought
I wander alone...

Great monuments of evil
I beheld Rites I have seen
Forboding death
Black candles hate

Darkness befalls thy kingdom
Ravens await thy fall
I shall not yield thy throne

Black vapours arise in the night
To eclipse humanity foul
Ashes to dust
Dust to eternity...

Earth sour and dank
Sun black as despair
When all has withered
When black becomes
Our father...

Woe
I sail on bitter seas
Endless
Visions I grasp
Visions woven of dark thoughts
Dreams I cannot conquer

Wind, rain,
Fire, stone
Within the vast
Within the deep
This forest I dwell forlorn

Woe
I sail on bitter seas
Endless
Visions I seek
Visions that elude the blind
On this road few may conquer

These daggers that I embrace
Symbols of mortality
Or keys to a dimension
Of which I seek...

The essence of what I am
And forever shall be
Lost...

Behold...
Children of doom
Thorns abreast

Broken... scorned
Harvest of sorrow
Reaped from below the moon

Bitter... enthrall
I can bear no longer