Disciples of the Dark Master Lyrics

I was lost in a storm of souls,
My life embraced pureness.

I was scared in the blood of my hands:
The supreme sacrifice.

Scars of a forgotten past
Cut off my thoughts,
My rage channels on one only target.
My cold heart finds his own way;
My body moves with his army.

Embracing the darkness and the possibilities it hides
Not lurk in the falsities of light.
I chose to stand in the shadow of Tiferet.

We are fallen leaves from the tree of light;
We are the wild nature of the man.
We are the stick that hits the brother;
We are the calm after the savagery.

Demiurge of Shadow leave the path
And follow the road through the forest.

A frozen wind whip their faces
Like a blade on their skin.
Scorn flow in their dark blood,
Disciples found their Master.