[words: It ; tunes: Night]
Majestic night everlasting in beauty and gloomy sadness
thou supreme starfilled skies caress
us and rock us to sleep
Of powers of this melancholy world with evil you us caress
Enchant this gathering and hold it in the grasp
of your deep
Battles have been won and battles have been lost
And this is the darkness that we worship where foul is
fair
Listen to the cries and the freezing cold pains long time gone
In the black winds we hover through fog and filthy
air
Behold the race superior rise with overwhelming might
And the ages dark to come are filled with softly whispered
promises
Where hate and desire are the greatest weapons in the commencing fight
Bonded by blood and by the dark arts we are
fearless
At the very death of the Ophthalamian sun we'll meet again
I will be the air we breath and black shall be the nights
dress
Dark mistresses of greatest misery wrapped in lighting and rain
Cast your most cruel spells and paint the eclipse with deepest
distress
We are the chosen all blessed with evil