Maleficium

Therion

The eve of thy souls unreviving tomb
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Darkness sublime, the scythe of time
Vae vobis
Ad finem

Whispers of deep despair echo through temple ruins
Winter scent
May the frost blight thy crops of creation

Spirit cold
Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
To eclipse the day

Maledictum
Ex hac die
Vae vobis
Ad finem

From thy crown jewels shall be removed, torn asunder!
May no more seed be sown as thy last tree is plundered

Spirit cold
Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
To eclipse the day

Maledictum
Ex hac die
Vae vobis
Ad finem

Fathomless, darkened dreams now have spun webs of shadows
Unmade, blind and bereft of thy mind - tread the hollow!

Spirit cold
Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
To eclipse the day