Among the Cold Graves

“Vampyric Rituals of the Night” (Mar. 2014) From deep within Dark chambers below Awakened by the scent Blood so warm and pure Fragmented memories of my mortal times Nightmarish and cruel Replaced by inhuman coldness Through shadowed corridors Gray stone dimly lit Ascending the tower stairs Possessed by vampyric hunger In the endless night Tortured screams echo This castle of suffering Entombed by the old forest “Beyond the Darkened Gates” (Nov. 2007) The scent of decay rises From the cold earth below Rotting fingers clawing through Damp soil from ages past In the light of the pale moon Summoned by the Master's call The grim corpse emerges From the frozen grave Stalking the foggy night Searching for human throats! To infect others with the curse The impure blood shall flow! Whispers carried by winds of evil Through the land of frost this kingdom of hate! The cold moon is rising Wolves cry in the freezing night Ravens circle overhead Following the trail of death Beyond the darkened gates Where eternal shadows fall Possessed by Satanic hatred For disciples of the Great Lie They must die!!!! “Descending Beneath the Coffin Lid” (Nov. 2009) Wandering wastelands, so cold In the light of the frozen moon Search for the gates, into the unknown To depart this world of lies This final winter of sorrow Follow the path to nothingness To leave behind mortality Into the coffin, where I belong Unholy Master, accept my blood Nocturnal spirits carry me home Falling deeper, beyond all light In the embrace of darkness Fading of agony and pain Descend through the eternal night The endless silence Summons me forth Time has now come To sleep in the earth Yearn for cold solitude To leave this world behind This journey so long My funeral awaits “Into the Kingdom Below” (Nov. 2009) Isolated in this sinister place Bereft of light or hope From ancient dungeons To the coast of evil My spirit has been drained By unrelenting pain Wishing for death Carried toward oblivion An anguished march Through darkened mountains And dismal forests Bound in chains Eerie voices can be heard Silencing the screams They foretell of my fate Buried by hopelessness No light will ever reach my eyes Here in the abyss My soul in eternal torment I have now passed beyond the gates... “Curse of the Dead” (Dec. 1998) On this foggy night, so dark and silent Illuminated by the cold moon Winds of death carry the Master's call Echoing deep within the darkest crypts Escaping from half-rotten coffins Clawing through decaying soil Legions of Satan rise from below Depopulate the kingdom of 'god' Unleash the wrath of the infernal Armies of infinite darkness Those without hearts or souls Prey upon the pathetic sheep Stalking through the moonlit forest Driven by hunger for christian blood Flee the hordes of risen dead Your prayers are worthless Holy men slaughtered in the night Their extinction is close at hand Filthy christians will not survive Satanic curse of the dead We mock the might the crucified His temples now engulfed in flames Abandoned flock weeping in despair Dying slow under the sign of Hell