Murmur Songtext
von Outer Darkness

A Great Duke
An Earl of Hell
A soldier riding a vulture
Wearing a ducal crown

Murmur
The sound of trumpets
The lesser key of Solomon
Enochian devil
Demon of the night
Murmur
Order of thrones
Sigil of terror
Send forth Shades of the Dead


Encircle the self
Bring voices of divination unto the Witch summoning.
God isn′t real, and neither are fallen angels
But I can't resist heathen imagery

Rebellion against a dead oppression
A murmur in the hearts of greed
A momentary lapse of wicked deeds

Philosophy of antiquated values
Demons haunt the past
Bosses torment the living
Who needs Satan when humanity enslaves and imprisons

A devil laughing in the mirror
Thoughts made no clearer
Stuck in time, no need to rewind
The sorcerers are still here

We are our own worst reflection
Annals, tainted by superstition
A realm scarred by butchers with a holy cause
Swept into the dustbin of history
But not for long


Murmur