Watain
Satan’s Hunger
The winds of darkness blow again...
Ridden by the mares of night
They beckon me in dreams and visions
From far beyond creations light they sing to me...
Wrathful beast of Satan's fire
They urge me further on my path
Now soaked in froth and dark desire
At the threshold of the inverted womb I stand

Surrounded by darkness...

Amidst its blackened clearness
There is naught to veil my sight
I can behold as they ascend
The malformed horrors of the night
And feel the crosses turn...
Each sense grow dim as if one with the dead
And as I fall on my knees to the ground I am fed
With the fumes of shallow graves

Into the starless night, I follow the stench
Urged on by a thirst that can not be quenched
Into the starless night, I must go
The urge is so strong, it's all that I know...

Satan's hunger. Satan's hunger