Obtained Enslavement Veils Of Wintersorrow
I am the shadow of your pain in existence You please my nocturnal hunger My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter My nordic witch in freezing appearance She, who's lust is obediant to me Our seat of blackness lit through glorious rides Over the hills where the norse spirit lies Could she ever bring me what I need? Oh, what candle wouldn't I burn? Will the earthly eclipse ever be? How many times wouldn't I die? I who can see through my right eye with my left I will regain my sorrow throughout the centuries The children of Christ - Oh, what humble creatures Not even worthy to serve my enemies What pleasure would I take In crushing the voice of God THe horizons of death please my black eyes Ever will thou be there You whom spirit is in my soul, And you who bring forth all misery Oh you, my black witch You please my hunger for the night I am the shadow of your pain in existence You please my nocturnal hunger My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter
