Texty piesní Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Upon My Arrival

A place without designation, native soil without an abode,

Quethe with your silentness, live without a breath,

rustle and fall silent with the wind

upon my arrival.

Let the driblets of grief trickle - through my veins

pulsating life, throbing death - steadily around us

Gigantic and trifling - upon my arrival.

Two kinds of equity.

The deathless intentions distant bourn.

When I arrive.

Grain crackles, like cinder in the flames,

and one-time it shall solidify under harvesting blades,

a bawl in solitude when I arrive.

Indulge the blades.

Withstand not the vice of Tulwod.

Augment your spirit when I arrive.

Recede not when I arrive.

Quethe with your silentness,

upon my arrival night eternally reigns.