Limbonic Art In Mourning Mystique (overture Nocturne)
Darkness I seek the silence that you bring Grant me thy sacred gifts Bestow my soul thy offerings I kneel in front of thy altar black Let ancient forces of nature rule Take my blood as the sacrifice A symbolic faithful bond of truth When you look into an abyss, the abyss also look into you Tonight I enter, Into obscure dreams In darkness shelter, I am unseen With the esoteric, Gifts I possess I bring damnation, By enforcing death In the beginning of the storm I'll come forth An arrival into a twilight reverb As just a shadow of the former self Sorrow is my name My true essence is pain Hear the mourning of the mendacious From thy empty halls and shafts Of false blinding light Prepare the last sacrifice (on the altar) In the temple of decay Please spare me from the final agony of shame I am evil from the moment of conception Human dreams are such fertile ground for sowing the seeds of torment