Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain My dreams led me through lands I had never known, Through abodes of horror where no one should tread. How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds? The corpse-world – a world full of tortures Which stuck on the edge of madness In one-step to the empty abyss. This land is inhabited by ghosts and fading memories. In the midst of the abode of horrors You did not notice your death. Is it possible for a madman to go mad? You are praying to be not in this black cold place. There is nothing, just an endless Fall… Oblivion… Through the valley of the shadow of death… I will fear no evil. The tortured land is haunted and poisoned. In the midst of the abode of horrors, On the end of the worlds You did not notice your death. Spectral voices call To the festival Of the burial. Their speech is full of stench and poison. In the void of unspeakable hunger they feast But the viands of dust are tasteless. There is no other food here, only flesh – A lavish revelry for scavengers and worms. Our forefathers sank Into the silence of death long ago, In lands where tombs… Tombstones take roots. The long-suffering land Is haunted and frozen in rigor mortis. In the midst of the abode of horrors, On the line of no return… The tortured land is haunted and poisoned. In the midst of the abode of horrors, On the end of the worlds You did not notice your death.
Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain My dreams led me through lands I had never known, Through abodes of horror where no one should tread. How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds? The corpse-world – a world full of tortures Which stuck on the edge of madness In the step to the empty abyss. Is it possible for a madman to go mad? You are praying to be not in this black cold place. There is nothing, just an endless Fall…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
