Graverape Ritual
Black Dawn
The absence of the white light Drapes the easternight in black Shadows devour the silent garden of tombs Time is right for the desecration rites In the garden once silent Whispers can be heard Unspeakable words Litanies of evil Evil walk with me In the garden once holy Now desecrated and stained Semen runs on the hallowed ground Into the mouths of the blessed Semen for the blessed... desecrated the dead In the garden once silent Whispers can be heard