The scent of dark red death. Summoned from the land beyond the time. You light the lusts on the altar of darkness. Sinister mistress of crime. . I feel like you and this is so elitist.
sitting by the candles. before the mirror of my inspiration. I look at my mirror's picture. so who am I if there stays a mind of an. inexhaustible mistery with me?.
hurry my steeds chased by the wind. across the crystal meadows. nobody will hear the piano of melancholy. the music is dancing in my heart. in the midst of the stillness and the storm.
Can you hear these voices?. Dark brown dresses around me. Can you hear these whispers?. Fear inside me. Can you feel this bitterness?. . Rapid mountain rivers.
Fight Fight Fight Fight!. Souls in revolt on your side!. Fight Fight Fight Fight!. You are the one to decide!. . Howling of wild dogs. Initiation into the craft.
Sad melody sounds in my heart. I await endlessly for the non existent pictures. I cannot forget the awakening time. when the heat was burning in my hand.
I travel to find some calm. and every night I'm lost between. the flowers of my garden. and every night you run away. from me into the dark. I can see you.
My beloved daughter. Innocent have I come into prison. Innocent have I been tortured. Innocent must I die. . They said: "You are a witch! Will you confess it voluntarily?.
I saw the tree at the night. which with his colour was killing the most sublime feelings in me. and the rain led me by the furthest corridors of the dreams.
Unholy land greets her with fog and death. The further the worse - anxiety whispers. More subtle than scent the sense of hunting is. In a labyrinth of crashed memories.
When a forest dies and hearts are asleep. with unforeseeing fascination. I was there and they were silent. I screamed but they were silent. the trees standing proudly in their white dresses.
I can see dense hazes. which cover me with their clouds. I can see dark clouds. which near inevitable. it is the time to wake up the eclipse. this is the time of inevitable eclipse.
I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive. Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly. . You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion.
coming into the blazing chamber. I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art. I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night.
Hail black mushrooms clouds. Hail ladies of paganism. Hail Devil's servant. Hail Master of ceremonies. . Secrets of Black Art.... . Hallucinations....
Foul weather behind my window. Fatigue on my eyes. I'm so much afraid of this world. That I thought I would do it now. . I lay down upon the clouds of pleasure.
I can see you in my dreams. you run away from me. I miss the time we did not have. but the rain keeps washing my sadness away. I know you'll still be in my mind.
In the name of hatecraft. In the name of their blood. In the name of the night. In the name.... . Look inside the executioner's hood. I feel no mercy but I will let you meet him well.
I flew on wings of the night. To find the place beyond the world. And so close I was. And so strong I felt. . But only the hand touched. And in forbidden caves I found myself.