Born of wrath, the scourge of light,
Beneath the moon’s malignant might.
A god of agony, crowned in decay,
A blood-soaked specter, none can betray.
Chains of torment, forged in flame,
The suffering whispers his exalted name.
Loviatar, the lord of pain,
Through screams and shadows, he shall reign.
Bloodlust eternal, the scourge divine,
With nails and venom, his reign malign.
Through shards of chaos, we’ll bend and writhe,
At the altar of anguish, in death’s bewitching light.
Wielding scourges of iron thorn,
A hymn to the cursed, forlorn.
Crimson rivers carve the earth,
Suffering gives his terror birth.
Seven plagues his breath bestows,
A divine pyre where torment glows.
Kneel in filth, invoke his wrath,
Embrace the god’s blood-soaked path.
Bloodlust eternal, the scourge divine,
With nails and venom, his reign malign.
Through shards of chaos, we’ll bend and writhe,
At the altar of anguish, in death’s bewitching light.
The chains rattle in the deep,
A symphony where angels weep.
The throne is raised on mortal sin,
Where his kingdom of agony begins.
Scar the skies with crimson tears,
The wails of the damned his choir sears.
Beneath his gaze, all flesh is frail,
Bound in torment, their cries prevail.
Bloodlust eternal, the scourge divine,
With nails and venom, his reign malign.
Through shards of chaos, we’ll bend and writhe,
At the altar of anguish, in death’s bewitching light.
Loviatar, crowned in decay,
Your shadow calls as the heavens fray.
Through blood and pain, your throne remains,
Eternal master of humanity’s chains.