Sangtekster:
Thyrane Symphonies Of Infernality

To thirteen nights, i have exorcised my rites, layed a thornwreath on a dust of holiness. Soon the fullmoon's dreariest hours prevail and the seven bridges

antichristian night, we praise the succubus of delight. We feed your burning souls with the agony of christ. Deathly demons guardians of time. Praise the hymns of infernal

This is the night when the rotting heaven will die. Demons with the storm arrive frm the winds of fire. Beyond description is the spreading of cruelty

Shades of blackened wings be outlined against remnants of the sun. And the moon in a silvering blaze arrive with infernal gales. We are gathered, demonically