Текст песни Luror - A Symptom of Evil

A symptom of pure evil
Black as thy nightly shades
And as pale as the jaws
Of thy beasts of prey

The contract of darkness
Is signed under force
I herald your name
As you ride with the storms

Lord of the shadows
I prepare your coming
To the realm of the weak
With cold spell you're roaming

Feared and hated
With you I became
With my breath I spread
You're burning black Flame!!!

Make no differences between wrong or right
Give no damn for sense or reasons
Oh Master, you're the only truth that's sure
For you are the end of all of life's treason

Death bless you all feeble humans
He's the only honour
That existence will grant you, scum!