Ours is the blood, cast from the light
Ours is the path of tortuous strife
Ours is the sire of evil profound
Ours is the night
Ours is the curse, malevolence spawned
Ours the desire to seek the beyond
Ours is the will to push ever on
Ours is the black
Black Blood
Ours the heart of opulent hell
Ours is the toll of the funeral bell
Ours is the choir of pleasure and pain
Ours is the kill
Ours the vision of glory decayed
Ours is the price of decadence paid
Ours is the hand that stills not the blade
Ours is the black