Kiss of Death - Watain

Though manmade, of terrestrial birth

I’ve always walked upon this earth

A stranger searching the unknown

For that distant place that is my home

Oft I watched without affright

The stern magnificence of night

By moonless skies and beasts denied

Bewitched am I, and wanting

A yearning beyond form

A call without sound

Enter ye pale lord of silence

With passion I have come to loathe

This globous sty of vain misgrowth

Where man amass in nauseous mound

Flesh 'pon death 'pon flesh abound

So come!

Reap!

Kiss of Death!

Lips envenomed

Devil’s breath

Beneath mistletoe sharpened we shall meet

A unit to extinguish the failure of the primordial touch

The kiss of death

My love shall last 'til death do me part

For thee, ye children of my heart

Ye glass of swiftly running sand

Ye harvester, ye cold white hand

The yearning has been with me always

To tread inside your timeless hallways

To know thy scent and taste thy flavour

To sense thy grasp, oh reaping saviour

Shapes without form

Voices without sound

Enter ye pale lord of sorrow

Kiss of death

Lips envenomed

Devil’s breath

Beneath the waning crescent, we shall meet

Eager and fearless shall I receive the final touch

The kiss of death!

Of death