At the Behest of Night

At night we bathe in worry and unrest Our fury kept by the silent wall With cloven hoof and lightning tongue The forbidden slithers here, in these halls The rivers of night run through the gardens Like ravaging horses cut from their shackles Their presence feeds from temptation The unclean has no blood on his hands Pristine in fur and ivory horn Are we lead onto his mighty blade Or do we choose to bleed upon it Can you hear it call Surrender to the night Lead by guilt and desire Temptation will be your fall Beneath the veil Wallowing decadence With solemn power Spraying like blood on our faces Cleansing our hearts from their burdens A sense of desire will lead us astray Your eye like a mirror Devoid of untrue colors Can you hear it call Surrender to the night Lead by guilt and desire Temptation will be your fall

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025