Booze, Broads, Beelzebub... and BBQ: Samhain Black Metal fest MMIX


2010 Incantations
Satura Divulgamen

He whom no man may ever rise above
Where only insects thrive in withered, grey hives
Venomous snakes pour from gaping mouths
Eyes open, staring at nothing
A beast of holyness
Winged, but bound to the Earth
For where only insects thrive, nothing else is alive...

The corpse of a king doth rot away
Like a peasant’s his is damned to stay
Underground with worms and funereal bark
Like a clandestine ritual of the macabre in the dark
From the grave there's no reprieve
For all time we never again shall breath

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