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[words: It ; tunes: Night] Majestic night everlasting in beauty and gloomy sadness thou supreme starfilled skies caress us and rock us to sleep Of powers of this melancholy world with evil you us caress Enchant this gathering and hold it in the grasp of your deep Battles have been won and battles have been lost And this is the darkness that we worship where foul is fair Listen to the cries and the freezing cold pains long time gone In the black winds we hover through fog and filthy air Behold the race superior rise with overwhelming might And the ages dark to come are filled with softly whispered promises Where hate and desire are the greatest weapons in the commencing fight Bonded by blood and by the dark arts we are fearless At the very death of the Ophthalamian sun we'll meet again I will be the air we breath and black shall be the nights dress Dark mistresses of greatest misery wrapped in lighting and rain Cast your most cruel spells and paint the eclipse with deepest distress We are the chosen all blessed with evil From Letras Mania