Black craft of the night
Hate fang is already inside
Scratches on your soul
Rude penetration
Deep within your rotting heart
Re-arrangement
New dark era
We’re Masters of Black Craft
Its Hatred dusk
Fullmoon Mysticism
Your enemy within
Post mortem
Black sign is given
Dreams of distant spheres
Visions of the pain
More grief than ye can weep for
Much darker and Much deeper
Tear-blinded in a cursed place
Consummation of right harmony
Black craft of the night
Hate fang is already inside
Scratches on your soul
Rude penetration
Deep within your rotting heart
Re-arrangement
New dark era
We’re Masters of Black Craft
Its Hatred dusk