Black Crusade - VIII

Silent as the grave,
Whispers of a shadow wave.
Nostramo bleeds into the night,
Echoes of fear, echoes of fright.

Night descends, a cloak of dread,
Darkness sewn by threads of terror’s web.
(Here they reign, the lords of fear,
Shadows whisper, the end is near.)

Lightning flares across the sky,
A signal, a warning, that death is nigh.
Wings of midnight, they descend,
Bringers of chaos, heralds of the end.

Through the echoes of their home,
Stalking where the fearful roam.
Claws of justice, twisted, wrong,
Night Lords’ laughter, a haunting song.

Cry for mercy, it falls on deaf ears,
Clad in midnight, they’re born from your fears.
Night falls, their reign begins,
In the darkness, terror wins.

A crescendo of screams, a symphony of pain,
Nostramo’s sons bring the night alive again.
Each victim’s fear is a feast,
In the art of terror, they are the beast.

Look to the skies, see the storm we bring.
Fear is the gift, the curse we sing.
From the darkness of Nostramo, we rise,
To etch our terror in your skies

Faces hidden behind masks of bone,
In their veins, the night alone.
Each strike a message, each kill a sign,
In the shadows, their eyes, they shine

Cry for mercy, it falls on deaf ears,
Clad in midnight, they’re born from your fears.
Night falls, their reign begins,
In the darkness, terror wins.

From the depths of a cursed world’s heart,
Night Lords play their vile part.
A whisper of fear in the dark,
Nostramo’s echo, a cruel mark.

From the depths of a cursed world’s heart,
Night Lords play their vile part.
A whisper of fear in the dark,
Nostramo’s echo, a cruel mark.