The Call from Nocturnal Supremacy by Onethium

Woodland
Shadows cast by moonlight grand

The sun
In this realm night shuns

Enthralls
through blood wood calls

The dead
Risen servants shall tread

To spite
Their holy sacred rites

Sanguis
This sanctum is bliss

To hunt
Cast fear on runts

I smile
We have power most vile

My
Lord
I
Serve
Grant
Me
Glory




These woods
They Call
Twisted
Blighted

My kin
in this land, light cannot go

We slay
They flee but they shall fall

Our hordes
Many are those we lord

We stand
my fiends shall band

We fly
screams pierce the crimson sky

We dine
blood and gore is wine

Tonight
Send them into fright

In grace
In the night we chase







Corruption
Envelopes
Innocence
Revenge
Infernal
Violence
Eternal
Victory
Destiny
Punishment
Agony
Suffering
Hopelessness
Misery
Liberty
Enemy

My
Lord
I
Serve
Grant
Me
Glory

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