Dark night, lit by the tired candles,
Flickering of the light and dying of the flame,
Weakening of the walls, and locking of the door ,
the purest black.. the sweetest death.
Reigh of the dead, land of the queer.
Smooth fall into the dirty floor,
its transformation recalls our fear,
And turns it into another drop of stone.
A window opens, the shivers grow of power,
the blade is wet,the door is locked,
it has happened, it has arrived.
The beast has entered into the mind;
With its bloody jaws,he tastes the pain.
Absence of the moon, in its new reign,
Grabbing the flame and holding it tight,
removes the light and restores its life.
Everlasting joy, the sight is now blind,
The fear is growing with overwhelming hate.
A gentle melody of cresent strenght
A touch of death, a chance of escape.
Evoked by the weak, seeked by the strong,
the unholy beast has taken form,
A screaching sound, shatters our soul,
Our futile existence is no more.