Of Blackened Wing

Out of the dark, howl of the beast

Voices are calling from the deceased

With candle in hand, a cross to my throat

I speak the unspeakable to the unknown

The verse reversed, the path left-hand

They answer the call, the call of the damned

Out from the deep, a chorus of screams

The baphomet fly, of blackened wing

Avow... the crucifix burns to the touch

Daemon... on blackened wing your darkness bring

Daemon... the churches burn and the dead shall sing

Backwards and forwards, the chanting begins

Rite of the templar, the codex obscure

A chill in the air, a twitch of the nerve

Summons them all to the astral curse

Avow... the crucifix burns to the touch

Daemon... on blackened wing your darkness bring

Daemon... the churches burn and the dead shall sing

Bleeding from the eyes and parched with thirst

The death grip comes with wisdom's birth

Gripping... choking the life out from me

As the circle breaks

And the old ones wake

Like a shadow out of time...

Daemon... on blackened wing your darkness bring

Daemon... the churches burn and the dead shall sing

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