I look beyond my cold and frail gaze upon the mist floating by
I feel stigmatic-like pains and lightning through my ever so fragile being
I have now died and been awoken to life by spirits unknown

All that remains is our cold dying breath
All that has been done
All that is yet to come
Decades have passed on through fresh blood
For thee to feed the flames of a divine supreme faith

Perpetuated in Evil I withstand death
One with night's dark and I shall never live again
For Death is but the beginning

Unclean spirits drag me through forgotten passages
Hidden lands of nocturnal ghosts
I feast on fear of the living races
At eternal hours my worship kills men