Texty: Limbonic Art. In Mourning Mystique (overture: Nocturne).

Darkness
I seek the silence that you bring
Grant me thy sacred gifts
Bestow my soul thy offerings
I kneel in front of thy altar black
Let ancient forces of nature rule
Take my blood as the sacrifice
A symbolic faithful bond of truth
When you look into an abyss, the abyss also look
into you
Tonight I enter, Into obscure dreams
In darkness shelter, I am unseen
With the esoteric, Gifts I possess
I bring damnation, By enforcing death
In the beginning of the storm
I'll come forth

An arrival into a twilight reverb
As just a shadow of the former self
Sorrow is my name
My true essence is pain
Hear the mourning of the mendacious
From thy empty halls and shafts
Of false blinding light
Prepare the last sacrifice (on the altar)
In the temple of decay
Please spare me from the final agony of shame
I am evil from the moment of conception
Human dreams are such fertile ground for sowing the seeds of torment