The Dark Blessed Elite – Calvarium – letras

From the Shadow, rising..A pale becomingLike a leaking sewer piperancid, rusted by the time of existanceWasting and losing energyStill deteriorating… witheringArteries spread by my gospel!Blood is the life, they say..But plagued is this winepoisoned to contaminate Luciferian gifts!It isn’t the day that conquers the night,Nor does dark become overcome by lightBut the existance of anotheris but the oppositeAll living will DIE!!!Either a quickened endor slow one of the deterioration…Which is more painful oneis to decided by the sufficatedBut us, the Dark Blessedshall walk as elite above these mortalsAnd the knowledge comes too latewhen we rule supreme, master!SUPREME!!! MASTER!!!It’s the night that kills the lightand the day is slain by darkThis existance, balanceis created from the blacker side