Aura Noir Upon The Dark Throne
Upon the darkest of thrones the true God is visible
The filthy sound of ten thousand necro morbid deaths
Smear my body with your destructive visions death
Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego
Soak my veins in alcohol
Create the beast behind these armored walls
I shall not let others in
So pure the race
So cold but we tormented know
We know so f..cking well
Not to hide yet to stay underground
You sit upon the darkest of thrones
Yet still remain as miserable, as necro
As evil, as hungry, as I
