Beneath the Moon Scars Above - Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Evanescently glare of daytime wilting

Sets a glow nights mercerized finery.

What is emptiness?

What is vacuity?

Profound blue transmuting to utter black.

A barrow within nothingness, within

Swarthiness, within swarthiness

The silence of insanity struggling for

Oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws.

It’s existence in sore scent enriched

By mellow coldness

Beneath the Moon Scars Above

It is embracing the palsying heart,

Like sprouting roots in mouldy ground,

They’re reaching out into capacious vastness… vastness…

Like talons clawing into weak flesh.

Beneath the Moon Scars Above

Whilst yonder night, and all those

Yet to come… It will never stand still…

And in the distance it wafts fog.

And in the distance it wafts

Fog, wafts fog, wafts fog