Midnight secludes the graveyard A shovel to consume the ground A peek beyond to tear down The balance of done and left undone
Upheaval of life… The scent of foul flesh It’s not how you figured The source of true nature Indistinct mess – sockets of gore scaling you
Unholy ways - the feel of this place You welter in your shallow scare: The candles are lit - fresh prints in the grit – Someone was already there
Ritual unearthing of false spiritual enquiries beckons Silence and cold… The shadows to chase: Your soul takes leave, madness remains
So keen you follow the marks in the soil Your mind journeys beyond…
The shades of dead trees Drawing you deeper into the mist But you couldn’t see, you couldn’t feel: Your shoulders in dead fingers’ grip
The ritual ends A casket impends to seal your life down underground You’re one with the damned, lowered in land: Listen to the shovelling sound…
Ritual… Call for darkness… and it will storm Pray for evil… and it will stir Speak to darkness… and your words dissolve Whisper into emptiness… and death will answer Ritual…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
