This darkness, so slumb (and) this atmosphere, my hands were numbed The only movement was the flames of black candles Who cleansed the air in this chamber of death
My head was slunt as I gazed into the flaming candles Visions filled my mind Visions of a rising desecrated power In this chamber of death, black roses grew Up from the ashes of souls who lost for my lust and desire There they will stand as a monument for victory Over our christian annhilation
