Acchian winds of fate
“a vulture sits on her shoulder
And awaits the moment of rapture”

I smell the scent of fresh lust and death
As i ride a horrid storm across the winds of guidance
And deciphers of my demonic rite
Are shadows behind me

Take me through forbidden gates
Teach me the craft of the sickest witches
Fuck my soul in the heart of fire
I am your death lust desire
And i hear the bells of mourning decay,
I hold the remains of hells broken chains

Black wings of high and cold winds of the night
This time has come, prepare self sacrifice
Come to me black daemon skies
Travel in dark augmenting fog

Fuck this world into nights depth
Bare the poisoned marks of evae
Reap the bodies of tortured souls
Take they’re souls into rotting darkness
I burn in flames and suffer in pain
I have been clothed in unholy chains

The horns are raised high above a blood red ocean
And i’m ascending from a diabolical settlement

I have seen the great beast ov ages
I have felt the claws of the whore
Tearing my soul like scripture pages
We fuck the daylight into dark ages
I am death upon winds of fate
I have the lust for eternal hate

“the vulture feeds upon its prey
And shows no pity,
Innocence can be savage,
When instinct compels it to be”