Black Fires of God - Desolate Shrine

Dreams of ancient demons

Dreams of thousand deeps

Dreams of blackened aeons

Like a raging storm it sleeps

Where the earth is flooded in blood and the rats

Are drunk of its poison

We burn in the black fires of god and rise above the horizon

As our altar we bless the night skies

Where no candles burn as stars

But a funeral pyre as the sun dies

To shapeless eternities afar

Nothing is holy as all is nothing

Nothing is all as holy is nothing

Three times a night in the black fires of god

Three times a dath and a thousand yet to come

Dreams of ancint demons

Dreams of thousand deeps

Dreams of blackened aeons

Like a raging storm it sleeps

Crowned is the servant of the serpent

Who once was kneeling in repent

Now ascended to the throne of the blood

Reigning in the black fires of god