Setherial

Grace fallen wretched reptile, I am the nemesis Sworn to sin and suffering, I am deception's kiss How bleak the light appears Inside these walls... Defiling wicked serpent, I am the fallen one Born of hate and loathing, I am damnation's son How grim

Blackened night, growes of north; my dark abode All sences set to mind as moonlight lits the snow At one with the night of nocturnal existence the stars; my as hate inside me grows I've walked the earth, I've seen the stars I've raged against the jus

The storms sweeps over this land forlorn. Damnation reigns, only the silence remains. Hell brought forth over the endless horizon, demons crawl eternally beyond my flesh. Night; my dark delight. Entranced by thoughts of tragedies. A hell born creatio

You have been spelled, and ever cursed Once put to death, then you are never to return You were defiled, and whipped to tears In my surroundings you must face all your fears Dark are my words... Search for the signs, look to the skies Hear screams an

Liksom död; så tyst jag står Där det är mörkt; jag går I en natt så kall Jag väntar på ert kall Tag mitt liv på jorden; låt mig med er gå Splittra skyarna och allt av krist förgås Sänk er ned; jag står här Väktare; jag är här Död är liv; låt mig komm

Through the gates I fall into the ring of fire. Through the flames As a cold wind of death... Evoke my wrath Summon the force of my hate. Enthrone my sins My spells shall burn the Earth. Lord of Hell Come give me thy touch and thy spell. Thus, I am o

Through the nightwinds as demons rips the sky. A somber field arises. In blackened night, my body is possessed. The earth; aflame for Satan. Firestorm; over empires forlorn. Darkness calls, the demons rejoice. Through the nightwinds... Satan; in hell

The olden night still draws me Rays of the moonlight weeps over an infinity... ...Of these mighty mountains and forests Within this mighty landscape Mournful whispers of melancholy echoes From a sombre cavern A maze filled with gloomy passages Grotes

A toll enshrouded spectre; with demons wings Surrounded by a pale and cold radiance Eyes so morbidly and brilliant Unchained is the devil of Ira Arriving to the throne buildt in coldest blackstone Towering above a mantle of thick fog Reflections into

Towards Thy Realm - Setherial I lift the blood filled chalice the sky; And drink in the honour of my master of the deep. I kneel before the black altar of Satan and sign of the Baphomet. And command the dark forces to come forth... Black clouds embra