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"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid." Copyright © 2026 Lamefroid. All rights reserved He rode with saints through fields of fire, A golden lord in holy war. But glory turned to ash and mire, When darkness whispered at his door. In castle halls where shadows grew, He sought the stone that turns lead gold. With virgin blood and chants anew, The ancient bargain took its hold. Obscurum per obscurius⦠Deeper into the black we fall. Obscurum per obscurius⦠No light, no mercy, none at all. A hundred souls in secret rooms, Their screams became his midnight choir. He painted walls with silent doom, And laughed beneath the funeral pyre. No mercy left, no soul remains, Only the hunger and the chains⦠Obscurum per obscurius⦠Deeper into the black we fall. Obscurum per obscurius⦠He is the darkness⦠He is the all.

