Exaltation Of Death (2008) – Under Pitch-Black Skies

I wander under pitch-black skies

That shroud the landscape like a funeral pall.

The scenic beauty all around me dies

And I stare aghast, awestruck and enthralled.

But once the moon begins to rise

And casts a spell on the nightly vault

Awe blazes in mine eyes

And Death becomes what I exalt.