the winds of darkness blow again ridden by the mares of night they beckon me in dreams and visions from far beyond creation s light they sing to me wrathful beast of satan s fire they urge me further on my path now soaked in froth and dark desire at the threshold of the inverted womb i stand surrounded by darkness amidst its blackened clearness there is naught to veil my sight i can behold as they ascend the malformed horrors of the night and feel the crosses turn each sense grow dim as if one with the dead and as i fall on my knees to the ground i am fed with the fumes of shallow graves into the starless night i follow the stench urged on by a thirst that can not be quenched into the starless night i must go the urge is so strong it s all that i know satan s hunger satan s hunger the luring lament of a witch the psalms of angels fallen the chanting of the undead they echo in the wind sanity and senses with darkness now aligned like tentacles and angelwings in foulest love entwined and the graves begin to open the brightest light will always cast the darkest shadows shadows in which truth lies concealed for deep in the tunnels beyond the dream of this world the mysteries truely reveal into the starless night i follow the stench urged on by a thirst that can not be quenched into the starless night i follow the call urged on by a lust that eliminates all satan s hunger satan s hunger