Treason, Heresy and Witchcraft
Black Shapes
It speaks to me,
As fire burns beneath,
We cease to breathe,
Yet we still exist
Brotherhood of death,
Order of the tomb,
Embers turn to Ashes,
Fearless of Death
All hail,
All hail,
All hail,
All hail
Birth of our death in the shape man,
Lord of the fields with the greenest land,
Thrones of skulls sit at Heaven's door,
Martyrs of chaos their body the host
Black horizons form,
As fire burns beneath,
Treason, heresy and witchcraft,
Live within the doom
Fearless of death
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