Moonblood Dusk Woerot 1. Dusk Woerot: Chapter I On the sacrilegious and tortuous Dungeon of rustiness From these forgotten fields The withering and ailing essence Called woerot Bawls a shrink of pain With a shudder of disgust "Alas, I have crawled my hate suffering Under the hellish shadows of thorny paths Where my gloomy tears of blood Fall being beckoned towards the abyss" The dilapidation and mourning of woerot Shall engender upon your souls A black yell of torment We must listen to him writhe And bewail of sorrow rage "My dismal chant to disavow the lightness Is groaning a perpetual requiem While my illumined falldown in this world Turns infuriating and unverable Without my ancient dwelling, my coffin" And forever woerot cries: "If my distress and ruthlessness Are a real sore and eternal blasphemy done Poem Hail Death! Ave Dusk Woerot!!!" 2. Dusk Woerot: Chapter II And the dark lord found a place Ont he fields where none have returned Where all the twisted gods lie... There, where its obeisance feel in the oblivion Like our tears of pain wrath stricken on this path There, burning bleed my unholy war death Screaming ancient incantations... And when the obloquy defiles Thy obnoxious souls Its evil omen will be Dungeon and sore Perhaps very soon The gloominess shall draggle itself death Throughout those endless weepings Into the shades To wield the deepest scepter Prone upon woerot... Thy dark doom, black evil and death For woerot only Hail Death! Ave Dusk Woerot!! As I snear my dark blood Upon the wirdsword Throughout the gates Into the immortality tortured moon Thus the faithnized victims Of the lair of suffering Those who have imprisoned Their infernal torment By their own demise They will must inflict this doomed shrine Entangled in my sores And when all my screams Turn unheard to the death Maybe your blasphemy falls slowly On woerot's scepter Buried inside the most dismal coffin Where the existence crawls its throe Under thorns, to lament this condemn Warriors of pain and darkness Hail Death Ave Dusk Woerot!!! 3. Dusk Woerot: Chapter III Torture the flesh with spines Upon the rack Then vehemently vanquish the existence Under a dark coffin And from the miasmatical impurity The cursed-burnt offering Shall suppurate a filthy stench of pain Thou art woerot, what dwells within Wrath forever, defaced and flaming Ghastly foetus entangled on me Doomed and evilers on the Insanity's domain Hail Death Ave Dusk Woerot!! Grovel into the entrails Of the regrettable havor Woerot the unholy woe has been prone Under the coldest, dilapidated coffin To celebrate the gloomiest funeral wooing Ancient ceremony darkened By the stink of exhumation And beyond the epitaph an obsequies Turn chant and rite Below death and bereavement of flesh Where the emaciated souls Eternally dwell in dreariness Because that woe shall always Be mourning and shade When thy falling comes: Ave Dusk Woerot! And when those devious paths May ensanguine thy flagitious existence Thou shall exhume the egregious funeral As the ingrowing pain would be Inflicted upon us Where the inequity has crawled It's almost ghoul And where we suffer, perpetually Ourselves scars... Thus the mournful soul tears the furtive sob When lightness lacerates its kibosh And your rabies and your chaos want torture The tragedian war poem The shadow fields of bitterly unheard Hail Death Ave Dusk Woerot! 4. Born To Live In The Shadows Of Damnation A veil of everlasting darkness Is ruling this unholy night The moon stand in full clothes on the Dark colored sky And the stars are shining bright Flames on horizon light up the blackness Flames of the christ-crushing war I see the tears in the eyes of the moon I see the cold-eyed stars I see the silhouettes of forgotten ages Passing slowly beside me on I see the pain of the innocent Which was done by fanatic Jesus sons I feel the power inside of me Power from a higher side I see the frozen blood on the soil I feel the forgotten pride And loneliness is my destiny And to rule the dark colored sky Occulta Mors ‒ All instruments Gaamalzagoth ‒ Vocals