12th Rising

The veil of nocturnal beauty drowns the daylight flames.

So it broods beyond the depths

Of the horizon never seen by the eyes of man.

Awakened by the twilight's kiss, the nightly rebirth of evil.

The paleness itself has risen

From it's slumber to reach out in it's full shape.

The midnight strikes again.

The wicked ones has returned.

December rises the damnation.

Like a black burning dagger it ripps the sky.

Heaven weeps so feeble as it glows.

Sunset has brought this shadowcast

Sunset brings the sign.

Which causes the final summoning of ravens

Serpents and even the owls.

The choir of wolves echoes, the eclipse is now complete.

Thousands of throats is howling

To praise it's supreme infernal glare.

Scarlet burn, evening mist

Stormwinds of death come forth!

The gathering of nightfall's beings

Impaled the morning grace.

The dawn lies raped, shredded and strangled

And so does the afternoon.

Light's erased and with the darkness it lurks, smiling, glowing so proud.

The midnight strikes again.

The wicked ones has returned.

December rises the damnation.

Like a black burning dagger it ripps the sky.

Heaven weeps so feeble as it glows.