No human imagination could conceive landscapes More terribly desolated that the ones I have witnessed I have seen horrors so terrible That I even wonder how I can still live I stand being a man ruined in body and soul
Visions that were like cliffs rising before me, horribly black and grim Deep as an abyss of which you can but to look away in terror Against them breaks a white backwash of howls of agony The roar eternally black rocks can be seen everywhere
Everywhere you see only dark rocks, vestiges of decadent past glories And an undefined terror floats around like a fog What I saw was strange and horrible And dwells beyond the existence of the knowledge of my emotions
Depths and horrors even more dreadful and unbelievable That any tale been told Beside the lights of the winter nightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
