In Tha Umbra

As Dusk Weaves The Night

In Tha Umbra


A rain of black blood 
For Death and lust eternal 
And armmageddon to descend 
In rapture and decay 
Enchantress of the scythe 
Harvesting the damned 
Across skies of red 
As dusk weaves the night 

Nocturnal... moonlight dressed as a flame 
A freezing mist kissing like a spell 
To adore the weeping sunset in mourning 
Embracing this desire for the night 
As if a dream of everlasting darkness 
In lust a moon so sublime as eternal 
Tainted with red for blood running endlessly 
Ate wept with the death of Ra 
Absorbing landscapes of wonder and chaos 
Immemorial horizons that reach the most ancient storms 
Purest than a virgin heart 
In a loom of flesh and blood and golden threads 
Sunset supreme melting to weave the night 
Like a blooming black rose awaken in Hades 
And with Ereshkigal by side to conquer 
Surrounding black velvet from above and beyond 

Like a shrine to seduce a pale cold body 
In music and perfume vanishing to reborn 

The wolves howl to the moon 
As dusk weaves the night 
The sunset breed sing of mystic beauty 
And trees older than seasons are enamoured 

As dusk weaves the night 
Ravens haunt the innocent cattle 
The eldest paths are opening beneath 
In the embracing light of Hecate 

A silhouette of pale cold seducing cerements 
The scent of dying shadows and everlasting decadence 
In landscapes where chaos and wonder meet 
Immemorial storms across endless horizons 
In pure and twisted virginity spawned 
Weaved in a loom of flesh and blood 
As the night is weaved by sunset supreme 
Hades awaken like a blooming black rose 
Conquering with Ereshkigal by side 
From above and beyond black velvet surrounds 
Fenriz howl 
Sublime the lady with the scythe 
Harvesting to armmageddon 
As dusk weaves the night 
Higher goes Astarte 
Moonrise in rapture 
Withering charms of light 
As dusk weaves the night