Thou Art Lord

Towers Of Autumn Moon

Thou Art Lord


Mystic and pallid the autumnus moon 
throws its rays upon the horrible tombs 
as sanity travels upon the astral winds 
leaves cover the ruined graves 
the mysterious breed of demise 
shaped by the mist of the moon 
reborn from the faithless mortals 
disgust by the son of the cross 
towers of the autumn moon 
screaming through the flames of hate 
invocation to the elder gods 
the twillight of the frozen ages 
enlightens above the silent towers