Blood have clothed and turned into the Dark.
Howling of wolves drowns a squeak of the oaks he autumn is piercing through
a cunt of virgin dreams to the noise of ravenous wings.

In Dominions of Lewd Spell

The forest ruled by passion of Lords.
The lightnings are blinding the darkness.
The filthy Spirit of devilish swamps undresses the tempted moon.

The unholy almighty Spirit appears in the haze of the russian frosty realm.
His Majesty sits on his ancient throne in surroundings of the roots darkness and lustful moon.
The shadows are calling into the fathomless chasm of the dying sun.
Where the hearts are freezing by the hateful winds with the funeral yells of crows.
The wind drives the blanket of snow to cover the natures lap.
A patches of sunlight and life fall into the lethargic slumber.
The crowns of trees are licking Her body wet in the fathomless chalice of victims blood.
Everything turns into another and eternal presence of evil one.

In Dominions of Lewd Spell

The forest ruled by passion of Lords.
The lightnings are blinding the darkness.
The filthy Spirit of devilish swamps undresses the tempted moon.

In Dominions of Lewd Spell
In Dominions of Lewd Spell