1. ORLOK

Enter the weeping halls
Through chamber of whispers
Through darkness
Beyond the tomb of the undying
Beyond the spires
Under the iron gate
Cloaked by night
Palemoon beyond
The fortress of mystery
Know not dying
Sorrow consumes him
Eternal hungers
Grant all power of darkness

Walking not living
Through the forest of moaning
Through shadows
Beyond the crypt of Wallachia
Beyond the stone
Under the veil of fog
Cloaked by dim
Cruel moon beyond
The valley of grimness
Know not ending
Lust consumes him
Eternal longing
Nosferatu


2. OMENS FROM THE MIST

After so long
Now appear the signs
Omens from the mist
Awakening shroud
Darkens gleaming stars
Day sky waning
Beneath an eternity
Of dusk
Come age of unseen
Men wimper
To await the cold
Of fangs
That in fury
Shall devour them
The pale moon
Eye of the olden
Now becomes
As the blood
Of the dead
Woe in dark night
For the woods
Are awake again
Awake to claim
What was once
Theirs


3. WORSHIP THE IMPURE

Oh ye lord of desecration
Hear this, our soulful dirge
We bow under the healing shadow
Of the six darkening wings
To accept blessings of fire

Blacken us with your taint
Remove the morals of jehovah
So that we may exalt you
And devote idols of your image
To invoke miracles of chaos

Your progeny are awake again
They howl for your tribute
Raise your temples and sign
May your masses trample
The burnt and broken cross

Oh praised and fearsome satan
The meak ones are dreadful
With the promise of your coming
We will reveal unto them
Immortal beauty of your kingdom

Living blasphemic gloom
Rises from the pits like fog
And makes a perfect veil
For almighty bestial hordes
To sow death upon the land

Each feeble lamb of the christ
Shall be cast in burning ashes
Their spirits be devoured
Their forever tortured weepings
Now the music of your kingdom

Oh ye lord of coldness
We utter prayers of the arcane
May your chariot of discord
Ride athwart the dead sky
And usher the distant epoch


4. REALM OF THE MAD GOD

Gaze into the dead stars
Darkness damns the mind
Wander upon lightless infernal
Flames reach for you
Timeless black fires
Gaze into ancient depths
Into the realm of the mad god

Fires sweep across time
And through all infinite
Blackness you ascend
Erased from the book of life
Winds of forever coldness
Howl from the void
Burnt from the book of death

Oblivion calls from beyond
Obsessed by lightless infernal
The fires burn through you
At last you are become
Whispers cloud the mind
Eternal and unknown wisdoms
Mad utterings of chaos god

Knowledge of all things
That have no meaning
Consumed by black flames
In a realm of nothingness
Fall into storm of shadow
Your ending never ceases
Into the realm of the mad god


5. OBSEQUIUM FUNERIS

Aging twilight years
Are drawing closer
At twelve bell tolls
The darkness comes
From the mountain
A pale moon arise
On the old peaks
Appears a dead face
Shadow has come
Only faint whispers
Of the past
The old secrets
In his unholy name
Funeral rites
For he who would
Live again


6. THE UNMAKING

In deep beyond the eye of jehovah
Olden they live since immortal time
No man may ever bring to his mind
The memories of these forgotten ancients

Past the dead and aging starlight
Silent they traveled since elder time
They divined rising powers of a god
They sensed of his soon creations

Now they have at last arrived
At the damned realm of this jehovah
With their coming the moon and sun
Are snuffed out by their great shadow

And jehovah weeps with deadly fear
For now his power is rendered null
With a single thought they abolish him
And extinguish his essence from the void

They are god now, the olden ones
All life is razed from the earth
Its mortal face is now cleansed
With chaos they unravel solar fabrics

What meaning have they but to destroy
Before in timeless eons of the past
They set to undo all of creation
Now nihilist masters sleep again


7. THE FOG

When the fog comes
A winter mask
From the deep
And darkest fjalls
Hagall is the last mark
Pale is the wildwood
When the fog comes
Strange rumors
Whispers from the cold
Wilderness
Make the watchers tremble
Seal the gate
When the fog comes
Wolf of the old wood
Knows what is hidden
And what waits
To bedim the earth
Draw the final breath
When the fog comes