Paganhorns

My love is the guardian of the light
 Far beyond the light...
 The gloom is the essence of blood
 Lurking in our eyes
 We rule the death
 In the garden of the crucified ones.
 In the garden of condemnated ones
 We are the liberators.
 Eternal
 Eternal
 Eternal
 Eternal hate
 Our feeling is the doom of the demons
 Sleeping in inexpressible shapes.
 The essence of violation hidden in thy beauty
 Hidden in bloody sensual pleasure.
 Eternity?
 Landscape of the night
 Eternity?
 Plentitude of Wildness
 Eternity?
 Landscape of the night
 Eternity?
 Plentitude of Wildness
 It is
 Our lips shrouded in moonlight...
 Eternity?
 Night of the burning crosses
 It is
 In the ritual of the anointed ones
 In the ceremony of crucyfying the truth
 Our lips shrouded in moonlight.