enshrouded in ebony mystery blacker than the darkest pitch a bond of blood to death and drek seeking to defile everything which bears his name in hate we will destroy you all the same suckling each vein we shall corrupt and dismantle waging a war without end until the head of the one fettered christ doth sate our lust for revenge we are the kings of the nightworld those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens we are the bringers of darkness our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep haunted by our disposition disgusted by their foul belief a brotherhood in violence to microscopic dust we ll grind the bones of their deceit behold this rite of mutilation rack stretches limbs beyond reprieve the rope it bores into their flesh to test the meddle subhuman his skeletal integrity just try our blackened hand and you will see so painfully we are the seekers of vengeance turning plowshares into swords dreaming of days beneath the godless sun free of their crestfallen lord we are the kings of the nightworld those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens we are the bringers of darkness our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep unfurl a wrath upon his planet here one truer than the straightest blade death to all and all to death until the bitter end it comes we ll soldier to our destiny when the moon is shown we ll live again vampirically like weeds we will grow from cracks and crevices to creep we are the kings of the nightworld those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens we are the bringers of darkness our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep black are the hearts of our willful to ribbons the flesh of who d stand in our way black is our maelstrom of chaos the pride of sathanas is burning in me it burns in me1