Vobiscum Satanas

Open your portals, infernal lord. Blast ye forth through the gates unholy master Spread your wings fly then high, into the blood red skies. It's time to claim your rightful domain. Send out your black winged horde, through the night. Defend their lor

As the night opens, I see your face in the shadow of the moon. I see your glimmering eyes, reflected by the glittering snow. Frozen winds, whines over the silent landscape. The only sound I hear, are the strokes of your wings. Ravenna, strigoi mortii