Nachzehrer

Rotting Raven's Blood The Stench of Darkness From a kingdom that unveiled it's gate Through the putrid flesh Sucking the force of death From around the white bones When the black feathers are forever gone Swept away by the northwind The wings that no

Sorrow rides out As spectral knights A wind of grief From an open coffin When the bells of funeral chime Through the nightfall A black star rises At the final twilight Gargle the blood Spit the cruor From beyond darkness A revenant blaze Fire of conf

A forlorn eye burns on the altar of darkness To reflect the fire of the majesty of death In his glory and in praise of all evil Awaken the wolfish shadow, let darkness reign Satan's Werewolf - The chalice of life stands barren Awaiting fulfillment fr