كلمات Ninth Nocturnal Departure

On the ninth nocturnal day When the first frost strikes A cold wave departure Untouched by human hand A slow demise, a silent funeral In the ninth nocturnal skies Stars of doom set ablaze And in its morbid shade of presence Of mysteriy and of the past cold winds mourn Under the ninth nocturnal sun The summers are cold a gentle breeze turns Into furious storm of sorrow All is dead. frozen dead And the ninth nocturnal one Possess my heart, possess my soul my mind is black my vision is clear Possessed. and death obsess me Desecration Fills the air All is dead Ninth nocturnal departure The deepest of hate, the purest of pain Winter Covers the grave Ninth Nocturnal Departure The moon is full, the sky is black Time is here..close your eyes Slave, nocturne, nightbreed!