To Conjure Up the Blackest of Nights
Xasthur
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No more a victim of a crusade
Where souls are strung from a moral palisade
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on jewelled sands
Beneath a moon to Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins...
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Collaboration and review:
- Bleak Necrotic Paleness
- Funeral Of Being
- Conjuration Of Terror
- Sigils Made Of Flesh And Trees
- A Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors
- A Walk Beyond Utter Blackness
- Black Imperial Blood
- Soulless Elegy
- Soul Abduction Ceremony
- Six
- Spell Within The Wind
- Screaming at Forgotten Fears
- Slaughtered Useless Beings In A Nihilistic Dream
- Summon the End of Time
- Telepathic With The Deceased
- Telepáticos cujos
- Sacrifice
- Suicide in Dark Serenity
- Subliminal Genocide
- Storms of Red Revenge
