Belzebubs - Pantheon Of The Nightside Gods

We are nothing but mere shadows in the gloom Lone wraiths that wane into the unrelenting void Kings of old all gone and scattered in the wind For the mighty and the poor, all shall fall Through the nothingness we drift, falter and decay Without your stellar omnipotence guiding our trail Your voice shall tremor through the everlasting halls In the echoes of your steps, we shall never be astray Yours is the song that resounds in the streams and winds Yours is the song woven into the fabric of the night Ye shall… Darken the sun Turn the moon to blood Put out all the stars Tear the heavens down Tablets of creation Shall be made anew Devastating furor Sanctifies the world of worms We who wait veiled in the dark Call out your name through the night We who wait in the dark…