Dried by winds. It waits for own the dark night Illuminate by Fullmoon. High mountains And dense forest Protect the valley Of infernal fear. There was occurring great mystery
Is across the dead In new existence Of human soul lie behind Of black cerement of grave cold. Through dark tunnels Of the reason and the universe. Open the
From graveyards allies, fan ice-cold. Remains of the dead putrify tn gloom of the graves. Different human fates have been buried there. Dark of digged grave Waits for her
Without domination of spirit. Great spirits of the great world Of black enjoyment of destruction and death. Spirit dipped into abyss of a roughness Spiteful violence of triumph of
Of the cold night, I’m feeling the flame Of my black soul. A Fullmoon excites me When the night begins. I rise through my flesh To own pain and
Penetrate into every cell of the human brain. It creates bright and wonderful dreams Of the most mystic desire of a man. Open contemplation of mystic desire Recollection of
Grand enigma of essence of life. Sources of life beginning of way And aspiration to unknown. Cry of a born child, smiles of happiness And tears of a joy.
The last hope of cognition Of the verity In a light ray of consciousness Around deadly and cold dark. The verity is consist in puzzle Of magic sphere, Which