Larve Lyrics

Born, never dead, living in the land of the dark

Magic sinister of blood cult of the undead

In sorrow, they live in this dimension, in torment and

pain

They wander and steal your soul, your mind and your fate



Those places possessed the colors of those who do not

know

Violent and grey are the eternal colors of power

Ritual is surrounded by objects with their energy

Disorded power as interior confusion who evoke them



Demons toward expiation of ancient faults

Materialization is the blood as the egent medium

Become a double astral of who generates

This is a chapter trapped in wise and decay



Horror drape revealed

Wed of dead wrapped at me