Deus-Iratus

Observing the Starless Sky, I Remain Silent. Gazing Through the Universe, I Start to Laugh. Aeons Ago I was Born, From the Ash of the Stellar Mist. And with a Touch of Immortality, I Became the Mocker of life. [chorus:] "Ride, My Steed of Silver, Rid

(chorus:) "Summoned by the Ancestor of Magick in the Atmosphere of Misanthropy. The Cult of the Flaming Wind, the Myth of the Mystic Mind." When the Wind Blows in the Dark, Listen to it's Feast on the Crying Land. When the Wind is Cold and Freez

Universal Black - Arthemesia Spectres of Our Souls are Exiled in the Cosmic Sea, Only the Serpents crawl now in the Face of Gaia Did you Hear the Unblessed Choirs, Which were Sung in a Monotonous Way Did you See when the Daemons Rode to the Shores of