Nehëmah - Warlock

I have drunk the smelly christian blood of one thousand pregnant women, twisted their
Pitiful lifes and their souls in order to burst in the nothingness. All that I touch and
Contemplate must slowly perish in suffering,I am the wizard born from a blazing coal,
Inhabiting the tombs of the human kind!... No prayer can save you, the nights are too
Black for the angels, it's pointless to flee, I see where you are in the ravens'eyes, I will
Shred your spirit, on your face shines the cadaveric reflection, this life breathes anguish,
Soon the moon will light up the marble of your grave on which I will drop dispair flower...
The shining stars of heaven dye my icy eyes, my scorn for the mortals is rocked by the
Angels cries! Ravens...