Helvetespine - Choirs of the Last Aeon

In this arcane shrine, at the heart of the mountains
The night lights up, oh voices so clear, quench my thirst
Oh, choirs of the last aeon, my cult, my liege, eternally
Must silence in the mists below... And steal the light of this world
Alone I stand, in celestial divinity, one burning heart among a hundred cold
Silenced in the mists below... The world is cloaked in grey, the torches are put out
Now the lands lie silent, under misery moon, for the storm to break loose the nightsky must glare
With a hundred deathlights, luciferian stars, the final breath...