The light burned men's eyes Blind try to penetrate the void A thousand tongues and horns devoured your dreams Sores in the flesh are fertile for the flies
It's not death that frightens me but the unknown behind it
In this phantasmagorical temple ruled by unseen things The chaos before everything, the horrible silence after The hour draws near I can see your petrified soul No one dares to speak thy name the death's lord
Cursed in every possible worlds Infected with the null essence of life You yearn for the ghostly embrace of death Trapped between the voids where you can't die
