Nahash - Mysterium Tremendum

Stare there - at hoarfrost faceless shades
Drifting through the moonlight path.
Breathing with death.
Unvoiced frozen lips drinking dusk.
Surrounded by naked fearful wails
In diamon silence
I lose, I yield, I fall into the void of empty eyehole.

Threatful calm
We hear, We see through
The fear of Death.

Where starved with cold
We stay, We stalk
At the crossroad of Worlds.

Dreaming birth...
My pain is growing.
Dreaming death...
My grief is flowering.
Cutting breast...
I choke with bleeding.
Cooling breath...
I'm gasping out thy NAME...

Soul wears the silver clothes of hate.
Will is the core of the darkened clouds of fate.

Draw down the Gloom.
WE are the whirlwinds
of thy Will.

Blear us, hide.
WE are the shadows
of thy Soul.

Echoes...
of whirling gusts,
of Sorrow,
of Fearful End.