Ninkharsag - The Dread March Of Solemn Gods [Full Album 2021]

Lyrics to The Dread March Of Solemn Gods [Full Album 2021] by Ninkharsag

Tracklist: 01. Night Wrath [Instrumental] 02. The Dread March Of Solemn Gods 03. Under The Dead Of Night Descend the crumbling stairway to the labyrinth within. My hands caress the mossy walls, the corpse-light guiding me to unholy lands of shattered bones and toppled stones. Through the frozen gateway where nameless horrors roam. Offerings adorn the walls, relics hewn from bone, dust bound horrors, candle wax and faces carved in stone. The drapes are worn and tattered from the cold embrace of time. Ancient is this sorrow, unbound this lust of mine. Can you hear the howling on the night winds? Sweet temptation calling from the grave! Oaths I’ve sworn to liberate this darkness. Her splendour all around, enthralls me. The Moon is on the rise, black wings fill the sky, they’re calling, in dead of night, through pale moonlight. With lips of ice, I kiss the frozen mother, with cold delight, Under the Dead Of Night! The shadows rise around me, I feel their call, from hallowed graves. To shun the light, and bask in purest darkness, for all time, Under the Dead of Night! Spires bathed in moonlight in a land of sunken graves, the ghosts are shining beacons, the dead ones speak my name. Rising from the top soil, writhing insects crawl; drenched in putrid essence, born of death and nightmares. A thousand curses bind her tomb until the Earth unbound, the secrets of the netherworld, within her womb are found. The bonds are cut, the shackles loose, my veins are open wide, sanguine drips unto her mouth, bringing death unholy life. Interred in shrouds of cerecloth, she slept in solitude, until a million suns have fell, devoured by conquering moon. Her acolytes hunt and gather, supreme nocturnal might. To drink the blood of purity under Luna light. The chalice raised in offering, in these crimson vaults, where horrors reign and midnight spells are cast against the cross. Her sacrilegious bloodline once again shall rule, an empire now eternal, under the triumphant moon. Can you hear the howling on the night winds? Temptation crawling from the grave. The Moon is on the rise, black wings fill the sky, they’re calling, in dead of night, through pale moonlight. With hands of ice, I caress the frozen mother, With cold delight, Under the Dead Of Night! The shadows rise around me, I feel their call, from empty graves. To shun the light, and bask in purest darkness, for all time, Under the Dead of Night! 04. Lunar Hex; The Art Of Mighty Lycanthropy 05. The Necromanteion 06. Discipline Through Black Sorcery 07. The Tower Of Perpetual Twilight 08. Spectres Of The Ancient World 09. Strigoi Diabolicum 10. The Lord Of Death And Midnight Behold the scorched carrion which illuminates graves, sulphurous, nebulous ghosts. A beacon to follow on cold winter nights, in dreams I traverse this death maze. The mountains are endless, the forest is black, the devil’s song on the wind. Eternally longing to embrace spectral realms, My funeral awaits me at dawn. Join the deathly Sabbath as the first born is led. To the stone circle in this land of the dead. The coffins lay strewn, their treasures laid bare, Skeletons dance to the waltz of the dead. The screaming, the howling from marble lined tombs, The rebirth of evil in hollow earth wombs, For horrors contained in this abyss of black souls, Is naught compared to the sins of mankind. See the churches laid low, the smouldering ruins around my feet. Join the wretched Sabbath as the first born is led. To the black altar in the land of the dead. The bodies lay strewn, their secrets laid bare, The devil he waits with temptation so fair. The screaming, the howling from coffin lined tombs, The rebirth of devilry in hollow earth wombs, For horrors contained in this abyss of black souls, Is naught compared to the sins of mankind. Come see the art which aeons hath wrought. Mouldering crypts in Transylvanian halls.