Where the Horrors Thrive

I am the cancer that quells the witchering hearts of man
And I am the urge in the veins of the pure
For in that darkest corner within your darkest dream, awaits the burning dawn of glory
In the shadow lands where the old ghosts dance, the night begins to sing
And the heavens fade with the remnants ofa dying sun
I am the dark you fear, I am the fear of the dark
The heart ceases to bear at the center of a hollow world
I am the dagger that stabs
We are murderers of light
Come children heed the tune, the Devil's luring croon
Now take me where the horrors thrive
O secrets of the deep, what lurid tales they speak, in astral realms where illusions die
I am the burning sky, which scars the final tomb
I am the grip of death that spawned from Lilith's womb
And I am the wind that blows your monuments of sand
Dark is the world I reign!