Satan's Hunger - Watain

The winds of darkness blow again…

Ridden by the mares of night

They beckon me in dreams and visions

From far beyond creations light they sing to me…

Wrathful beast of Satan’s fire

They urge me further on my path

Now soaked in froth and dark desire

At the threshold of the inverted womb I stand

Surrounded by darkness…

Amidst its blackened clearness

There is naught to veil my sight

I can behold as they ascend

The malformed horrors of the night

And feel the crosses turn…

Each sense grow dim as if one with the dead

And as I fall on my knees to the ground I am fed

With the fumes of shallow graves

Into the starless night, I follow the stench

Urged on by a thirst that can not be quenched

Into the starless night, I must go

The urge is so strong, it’s all that I know…

Satan’s hunger.

Satan’s hunger