Echoes From A Morbid Night - Sargeist

Out in the night I am the storm

I am the winds that slash your flesh

Obscure writings cut on your ugly skin

Drug-crazed of my magnificent power

Back in the chapel from the morbid night

You wake and depression crawl on your neck

I bite your heart forever with poison

Until you become what my plan require

A priest became a puppet of Satan

New prayers will praise Hell instead

Wine changed for weird opium and alcohol

Let the congregation begin

Blind sheep follow you as always

But they know not of the difference

From here the contamination must begin

Worse than Black Death, the sinister breath

No return, nothing to be saved of you

I feel only pain in your existence

Forces sir and conjurations echo

Chants of melancholic dreams

In this forest of suicidal memories

All the graves hold corpses that do not rot

Hidden from the normal humans

That would never understand…