Hunderprest

The great death rattle symphony plays in the fall of night
In dust and dream, and in between, there hides a deadly bite
The claws of tribulation scrape across your back
Serenity fades in the morbid black
 
The call of the moon, the darkness in bloom
The kirkyard alive in beautiful gloom
The breath of the wild, a sinister smile
Rise from the vile, to hunt and beguile
 
Hunderprest
 
The grave is my sanctuary for all impulse and sin
I fuck, I feed, the cunts they bleed, and quell the need within
Sacred and sanguinary is the aftermath of lust
Another onto Satan’s pyre thrust
 
The call of the moon, the darkness in bloom
The taste of the flesh, the violent swoon
A beauty divine, nocturnally mine
To hell confined, forever entwined
 
Hunderprest
 
Sleepless in death
 
I am the fang, I am your fate, I am the fire, I am hate
I am the void, I am the wraith, I am the storm, I am the plague
Marred be the land on which I roam, betwixt the shadows and the stones
Lurking in chiropteran form, smug in the ire of the storm
From the earth’s ungodly womb rise the coffinborn
Hordes of the cloister die in vain, and in excruciating pain
So it shall begin… His vampiric majesty’s reign
 
I will break the chains, and I will walk through flame
The ruins of Melrose will be haunted by my name
A never ending curse of sickness to enjoy
I function only to destroy
 
Dread
Soul reaver
Dread
Doom weaver