Out of the Fog She Appeared Dressed in Black - Striborg

If all must we damn for this moment

Then it shall be so

For our souls have crossed oceans of time

To clasp one another more tightly

Than Death could alone…

As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl

The talons of lust rake a clarion call

To the lick of carnivorous winds

The lick of carnivorous winds…