Moonblood
Dusk Woerot
1. Dusk Woerot: Chapter I
On the sacrilegious and tortuous
Dungeon of rustiness
From these forgotten fields
The withering and ailing essence
Called woerot
Bawls a shrink of pain
With a shudder of disgust
"Alas, I have crawled my hate suffering
Under the hellish shadows of thorny paths
Where my gloomy tears of blood
Fall being beckoned towards the abyss"
The dilapidation and mourning of woerot
Shall engender upon your souls
A black yell of torment
We must listen to him writhe
And bewail of sorrow rage
"My dismal chant to disavow the lightness
Is groaning a perpetual requiem
While my illumined falldown in this world
Turns infuriating and unverable
Without my ancient dwelling, my coffin"
And forever woerot cries:
"If my distress and ruthlessness
Are a real sore and eternal blasphemy done
Poem
Hail Death!
Ave Dusk Woerot!!!"
2. Dusk Woerot: Chapter II
And the dark lord found a place
Ont he fields where none have returned
Where all the twisted gods lie...
There, where its obeisance feel in the oblivion
Like our tears of pain wrath stricken on this path
There, burning bleed my unholy war death
Screaming ancient incantations...
And when the obloquy defiles
Thy obnoxious souls
Its evil omen will be
Dungeon and sore
Perhaps very soon
The gloominess shall draggle itself death
Throughout those endless weepings
Into the shades
To wield the deepest scepter
Prone upon woerot...
Thy dark doom, black evil and death
For woerot only
Hail Death!
Ave Dusk Woerot!!
As I snear my dark blood
Upon the wirdsword
Throughout the gates
Into the immortality tortured moon
Thus the faithnized victims
Of the lair of suffering
Those who have imprisoned
Their infernal torment
By their own demise
They will must inflict this doomed shrine
Entangled in my sores
And when all my screams
Turn unheard to the death
Maybe your blasphemy falls slowly
On woerot's scepter
Buried inside the most dismal coffin
Where the existence crawls its throe
Under thorns, to lament this condemn
Warriors of pain and darkness
Hail Death
Ave Dusk Woerot!!!
3. Dusk Woerot: Chapter III
Torture the flesh with spines
Upon the rack
Then vehemently vanquish the existence
Under a dark coffin
And from the miasmatical impurity
The cursed-burnt offering
Shall suppurate a filthy stench of pain
Thou art woerot, what dwells within
Wrath forever, defaced and flaming
Ghastly foetus entangled on me
Doomed and evilers on the
Insanity's domain
Hail Death
Ave Dusk Woerot!!
Grovel into the entrails
Of the regrettable havor
Woerot the unholy woe has been prone
Under the coldest, dilapidated coffin
To celebrate the gloomiest funeral wooing
Ancient ceremony darkened
By the stink of exhumation
And beyond the epitaph an obsequies
Turn chant and rite
Below death and bereavement of flesh
Where the emaciated souls
Eternally dwell in dreariness
Because that woe shall always
Be mourning and shade
When thy falling comes:
Ave Dusk Woerot!
And when those devious paths
May ensanguine thy flagitious existence
Thou shall exhume the egregious funeral
As the ingrowing pain would be
Inflicted upon us
Where the inequity has crawled
It's almost ghoul
And where we suffer, perpetually
Ourselves scars...
Thus the mournful soul tears the furtive sob
When lightness lacerates its kibosh
And your rabies and your chaos want torture
The tragedian war poem
The shadow fields of bitterly unheard
Hail Death
Ave Dusk Woerot!
4. Born To Live In The Shadows Of Damnation
A veil of everlasting darkness
Is ruling this unholy night
The moon stand in full clothes on the
Dark colored sky
And the stars are shining bright
Flames on horizon light up the blackness
Flames of the christ-crushing war
I see the tears in the eyes of the moon
I see the cold-eyed stars
I see the silhouettes of forgotten ages
Passing slowly beside me on
I see the pain of the innocent
Which was done by fanatic Jesus sons
I feel the power inside of me
Power from a higher side
I see the frozen blood on the soil
I feel the forgotten pride
And loneliness is my destiny
And to rule the dark colored sky
Occulta Mors ‒ All instruments
Gaamalzagoth ‒ Vocals
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