Ouroboros Dweller (The Dweller of Barathrum) - Varathron

A frozen flame rises

Every lightless night

By the voice of him

Mercury melting his internals

The aching soul

Of the ancient dweller

Dweller of the abyss

In fury invokes us

Descending to his altar

Where he cares for everything

The demonic lord heralds

The night of ages

Darkness comes!

Eternal night

Vicious torments

Ruminant vortex

Of the unseen remembrance

Eternal night

Vicious torments

Ouroboros dweller

Grinds in the abyss!

Mantles like a desert

A voracious desert

Made of silver that glows

Under the ecstatic dead moon

Eternal night

Vicious torments

Ruminant vortex

Of the unseen remembrance

Eternal night

Vicious torments

Ouroboros dweller

Grinds in the abyss!

Desert that outspreads there

Where insanity embraces you

Touches you with her skeletal hands

And strangles you like an innocent soul

The primal of the abyss

And of all Barathrums

May wait for death, for birth