Take the town in the dead of night
Steal them from their midnight sleep
Bring them to the catacombs
Their flesh and bone we've come to reap
Bind the limbs that flail and thrash
Beat the ones who bite and scratch
Keep them all in chains of brass
To them not a word we speak
The empyrean waits for them
Their lives have been condemned
Their blood an offering, a sign of things to come
The first one true communion, a pact unholy union
A bargain struck between our lord and his favored son
Break the veins that keep the blood in
Wash away their wretched lives
Speak the words to beckon him
Upon the alter they now die
The chanting of my thralls grows to fanatic heights
Still warm body fluids fill stone carved channels
A sanguine sigil slowly forms
A foetid wind from nowhere flips worm eat'n pages of the ancient tome
The candles die dark laughter echoes all around
My bones re-knit new flesh
An exchange accepted, a pact sealed
A bargain struck, my corrupted soul revealed
I am ascending
Black flame now guides my blade
Seething with ruinous power
I am remade
The empyrean waits for them
Their lives have been condemned
Their blood an offering, a sign of things to come
The first one true communion, a pact unholy union
A bargain struck between our lord and his favored son
My servants kneel before me
Their judgement ends in death
Break the veins that keep the blood in
Wash away their wretched lives
Speak the words to beckon him
Upon the alter they now die
They scream their last before me
Terror in their bleeding eyes
Their fear a heady drought of liquor
Laughter soon drowns out their cries
I am ascending
Black flame now guides my blade
Seething with ruinous power
I am remade
Black flame ascension
Ascend to slake my blade
My body transmutated
In his image made
A bestial instinct now guides my twisted flesh
Leaving the catacombs I hunt to bring death
I travel north through snow bound hills
I cross the seas of sand
Roads I follow, choked with corpses
Blood stained red by mine own hand
Black flame ascension
Ascend to slake my blade
My body transmutated
In his image made
Undying I'll cleave this world
in twain bloodshed incarnate
Be my reign
Slay through the centuries
To burn this world to ash
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