Nocturnal Pulse

(Album: Impius Viam - 2020)

I am the fire, the dark flame burning
I am the night, a dark shadow soul
The one who swallowed the light
The one who leads your path
Deserted by your own horde, forlorn till the end
Fear will set you free, death incarnate

Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you
Let it lead you over these desolate lands
You stigmatize the earth with your presence
Leaving only the cold north wind
To give birth to the winter

I am the darkness, the casket maker
I am the cold, the chill down your spine
A cursed man with visions of death
The night crowned his son, and the casket lowered
The poison runs in your veins
Pale skin
Yet you still crave for more, and more
A wish to enter the next state

Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you
Let it lead you over these desolate lands
You stigmatize the earth with your presence
Leaving only the cold north wind
To give birth to the winter