Ceremony Of Death

Cold is the night like the ice thats running through my veins

black is the sign of death apon the ravens wings

now I lay you down in beds of earth for countless years

no one but the worms will know the power of your fear

death is not the end cause we were born of it

death is not the end

your worlds on fire

holy war inside her

wont you spread her legs to me

mother natures time has run its course we are her last disease

let the shaman bless the knife I thrust into your side

let the hollow of my heart engulf you as you die

the ceremony begins

your end is part of its will

we are machines of war

fueled by the blood that we spill

and so we celebrate the death of the world

light a candle and let that fucker burn

we celebrate the death of the world

get in line now and take your fucking turn