Cimonar De Nuit

On a trail between the ruins shadows disappear into the

night.

A gathering around the fire lets them celebrate Cimonar

de nuit.

Reloaded powers of chaos in darkest glory lets them

chant until their sound reaches the end of nothingness.

Winds carry their spiritual vibrancy.

Bow down - cloth the world in perpetual effulgence of

cimonar.

Hail silence - Hail reign of night

Hail Chaos - Hail Blasphemy

Ave occult spirit - nocturnal divinity

Extol the crown of silver filigree filaments, spun by

ritualistic deeds.

Sojourn within this nightly benison, dismantle the

resurrection of dawns demiurg.

In darkest glory discharge the entangled thoughts into

nothingness.

The last verse resounds shy to apocalyptic storm.

Shadows disappear into the night as rain covers up the

tracks of their paths