Blood Spills in Darkness

Ancient, lords of the night realms
The sun sets and night falls
In the temple of the north
I raise my knife ready to die

I am the one that calls, the master of endless time
For I am the seeker of death, the priest of death divine
I am the one calls, the lord of eternal death
For I am the seeker of death, the warrior of the dead

In darkness, blood flows more pure
Red as the fire that burns my soul
In moonlight death seems so pure
I pierce my flesh, my blood spills in darkness

I am the one that calls, the master of endless time
For I am the seeker of death, the priest of death divine
I am the one calls, the lord of eternal death
For I am the seeker of death, the warrior of the dead

I can feel the night, I can feel the cold
Consuming my body, consuming my mind
I can see him rise, I can see his eyes
The master, the keeper my demise
I can see him come, I can see his throne
Faceless and cold, the master of my soul

I can feel the night, I can feel the cold
Consuming my body, consuming my mind
I can see him rise, I can see his eyes
The master, the keeper my demise
I can see him come, I can see his throne
Faceless and cold, the master of my soul