Nocturnal Rite

Blood on the stones draws an ancient design,
Deep in the woods where the winds intertwine.
Shadows are crawling from pits gaping wide,
Coldness is creeping where dead branches hide.

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The night ritual, dissolving in black,
Baptized in frost, there is no turning back.
A call from the abyss where ancient dread lies,
The name of madness on lips pale as ice.


Roots twist and tangle to form a dark net,
Here all the light will decay and forget.
Flames of the pyre consume what is rot,
Ravens are circling the sacrifice spot.

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The night ritual, dissolving in black,
Baptized in frost, there is no turning back.
A call from the abyss where ancient dread lies,
The name of madness on lips pale as ice.


Whispers in darkness are tearing the peace,
Spirits swirl over the river's decease.
The dagger is slashing the silencing night,
Whoever has entered is stripped of all flight.

Припев
The night ritual, dissolving in black,
Baptized in frost, there is no turning back.
A call from the abyss where ancient dread lies,
The name of madness on lips pale as ice.