Black Souls on the path to an endless kingdom
the past of which all is forever mortal
the funeral anthem brings the infinite cold
Under a black horizon,
the celebration of armageddic allegiance
Fools of the past who form weak circles
you seek to gain wisdom and power
under the guise of the conjuror
you seek fortune but only will find infinite death
upon thy old hands of blasphemy
ars notoria
At the witching hour,
an answer to the forbidden calls
the moment of Armageddon is here
the night sky burns forever with darkness
reflected in the deepest waters
the dark arts eternal.
