Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult Cimonar De Nuit
On a trail between the ruins shadows disappear into the
night.
A gathering around the fire lets them celebrate Cimonar
de nuit.
Reloaded powers of chaos in darkest glory lets them
chant until their sound reaches the end of nothingness.
Winds carry their spiritual vibrancy.
Bow down - cloth the world in perpetual effulgence of
cimonar.
Hail silence - Hail reign of night
Hail Chaos - Hail Blasphemy
Ave occult spirit - nocturnal divinity
Extol the crown of silver filigree filaments, spun by
ritualistic deeds.
Sojourn within this nightly benison, dismantle the
resurrection of dawns demiurg.
In darkest glory discharge the entangled thoughts into
nothingness.
The last verse resounds shy to apocalyptic storm.
Shadows disappear into the night as rain covers up the
tracks of their paths
