Reaping Death - Watain

There is a place beyond the dreamworlds

Past the womb of night

Lying in wait beyond the barriers of light

Shunned by the living, cursed by the dead

Here’s no peace, here’s no peace

None within, none without

Skinned bare by daggers that never doubt

Timeless in wisdom, unbound in might

Holy Evil!

By trembling hands concealed

Yet by fearless ones revealed

There the blood of Abel impregnates the soil

In which hungry darkness dwells and serpents coil

So that plants may rise to bear the strangest fruit

For all of ye that hunger

Higher!

Higher!

Come on you sons of fire!

Daughters of the black moon

Practitioners of art most dire

Dance!

Dance!

In twisting, white-eyed trance

Let us praise the flowering darkness

Brush forth across the land of Nod ye wicked ones

Ye who wear the mark and hold the keys

Come now, let us worship

At the womb of blasphemies

Rivers of blood!

Rivers of blood!

For the black earth’s quenchless thirst

The offering must never cease

Until the last man has been slain

Upon the altar of Mefisto

Higher!

Higher!

Let's set the night on fire!

Black moon bear witness to our rite

Beneath the devil’s pyre

Unchain, Set free, the flames of the Adversary!

Scorch the earth and devour all

That sifted from the ashes be

Hail!

Hail!

Thou who makes the cosmos wail!

In anguish as we fuck the world

And sodomize the god that failed

Cain!

Cain!

By thy blade let all god’s men be slain!

Harvest now the fruits of death and set the night aflame!

Again!

Fire!

Gather!

Gather!

Raise the flames for so long scattered!

For aeons cursed, yet proud we stood

Our liberation all that mattered

It’s time!

It is time!

The bells of Armageddon chime!

Rejoice ye now, oh hungry ones

Harvest time has come…