A kvlt as old as Himself
As supreme as a dying cosmos
As wise as the blackest magic
As intense as a burning star
Cursed by visions from the past
Nature spreading Satans spawn
Voices calling from the depth
The blunted knife cuts well again
Diabolic – Rite – kvltpropaganda
Intensive to the core
Wise - Magic – kvltpropaganda
Down to the abyss…once more
Blood seems to have the only colour
On a grey October morning
Dripping slowly from the chest
The blunted knife cuts well again
Diabolic – Rite – kvltpropaganda
Intensive to the core
Wise - Magic – kvltpropaganda
Down the abyss…once more