I have watched over thousand deaths. Possessed the mourning families. I have felt their tears of grief. Flown on my face under(their)skin I am the entity
terrible mournful past. Fear and misery of the peoples memories Waiting for the coffin lid to open. With a Chalice raised to the Majesty I'm his disciple
Out in the night I am the storm I am the winds that slash your flesh. Obscure writings cut on your ugly skin. Drug-crazed of my magnificent power. Back
the heretic path,iron will prevails. To rise and survive In this world object and rotting. Darkness means the highest knowledge. On the heretic path,
calling of the blood. Morbid esoteries written on human skins. Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering. Disciple of the Heinous Path The covenant
The curse has not been lifted-its stronger than the passing time. Black metal is a spell-of misanthropic light. Burning in my eyes-disciple of the Heinous Path