With A Thorn In Our Hearts

From the shapeless seed of Death grew the most dreadful wonder

Towering unseen over all existence

Its roots are wrapped tight around Creation’s throat

And God’s all faces drown in the shadow of its Crown

In waking...

In dreaming...

In dreamless sleep we're drawn

By signs and fate towards that vast sinister source

And the song of ravens will guide us forth

Attempt to approach in hope of consolation

And lost you'll be in the freezing wasteland

But come thirsting for unearthly strength

And you may find the bliss that never ends

Seasons rise, seasons fall

Yet the Tree of Night is florescent forevermore

A venomous thorn from its blackest bough

Is buried deep in the chests of the chosen

Piercing the side of the heart every time it beats

Never to let us forget what we truly seek

Sancti Satanae plena sunt omnia

Letum et dolor lumen sunt in gloria

Invoking...

Beseeching...

In prayer and rites we're torn

Reborn and slain again by that transforming force

And the song of ravens keeps raging on!

Come and harvest the fruit of rebellion

Partake in the orgy of apotheosis

To stand upright and to choose your own way

Eat of this offering and nothing will be the same

Kingdoms rise, kingdoms fall

Yet the Tree of Night is florescent forevermore

A venomous thorn from its blackest bough

Is buried deep in the chests of the chosen

Piercing the side of the heart every time it beats

To wake us up from this cursed cosmic dream