Maleficium
Christofer Johnsson
The eve of thy souls unreviving tomb.
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Darkness sublime the scythe of time.
Vae vobis
Ad finem
Whispers of deep despair echo through temple ruins.
Winter scent may the frost blight thy crops of creation.
Spirit cold shall perish in the stream of pure dismay to eclipse the day.
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Vae vobis
Ad finem
From thy crown jewels shall be removed torn asunder!
May no more seed be sown as thy last tree is plundered.
Spirit cold shall perish in the stream of pure dismay to eclipse the day.
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Vae vobis
Ad finem
Fathomless, darkened dreams now have spun webs of shadows.
Unmade, blind and bereft of thy mind - tread the hollow!
Spirit cold shall perish in the stream of pure dismay to eclipse the day.
