The Saturnine Chapel - Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Part the shadow, the chasm and the

Night.

Within the ancient Saldor

Their awed voices are heard.

Within the ruins

They are echoing off the walls as reflections

Of past saturnine deeds

Rituals scarred subtle worlds into existence

And carried us into a magical substantiality

When in elder ruins silence breaches the wind

The reminiscence and the spirit awakens, bare

Ground lays its hearing upon the earths tersareth

Deafening its centenary droning beat, a

Timeless tone, an elegy of melancholy, born

Out of nightly died away choirs

Accompanied by a necromantic heartfelt groan

Hoary wisdom rises from perpetual devotion

Heaving a ceremonial sigh of resurrection

Part the shadow, the abyss and the night

Within the ancient Saldor their unwritten

Words are heard.

Within the ruins they

Are echoing off the walls on cosmic paths

Through times forlorn

Past rituals wove subtle worlds into existence

And carried them into a magical substantiality