Lurker - Wildernessking

Lurker, stalker, devourer of night

The graves are empty, nocturnal supremacy

What once was flesh, now a vessel for the devil’s deeds

Primordial rites below the moon

Carved into bone

Entranced by lust

Deep in the shadows

Total madness triumphant

Sing, heathen, sing

In celebration of all perished

And when you are to return

Strip this world of fucking man