Interpret:

Dimmu Borgir

Album:

Spiritual Black Dimensions

Glowing eyes, staring eyes 
Manifest of evil presence 
With entities swept in disease and decay 
A fall from paradise beyond redemption 


Wrathchild's afterglow 


He who speaks of nightly treasures 
He who wraps the serpent around my neck 
He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice 
He who lets me serve and slip away 


...and so i will take shelter 
In the absence of the light 
Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark 
A revenant without relief it seems 
For the art of becoming a progeny 
and to be raised in such curse 


Is to forever creep among naive mortals 
Infesting the dead in herdes 


His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure 
He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills 
His paths on wich domination linger 
He who dares to prove the sanity of mine 


He who speaks of nightly treasures 
He who lets me serve and slip away 


Black unearthly void creatures crawling 
Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated 
Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands 
Passing me what is left of the wine 


[lyrics: Silenoz]