Walking through the necropolis, your mind blown away. By studying aeonic marks in darkstone while your skin turns freezing. Frost burns in your veins. Wandering through ancient stone cold xystusi, (and) sweeping mystic coloured clouds loom up around you. Mesmerized you stare....you hear whispers..... Unknown fear trembles your soul but morbid curiosity dominates you. Confronting knowledge of confusion. You ask yourself is this reality or a nightmare. The puzzle it seems to guide you to forbidden nether spheres and again you hear whispers.... An entrance reclaims deep to the utter-dark seas below. Disentangling your uncertain thoughts. As you wander beneath aeonic remains of the black city. Of the black city, You enter an immense chamber of ages within tremendous high weird staues, Some are fallen some breath deep darkness. The whispers gets stronger..... A morbid stench torments you. Anxiety of monstrous pengos profaning morticious sepulchral noises.
Echoe through your disturbed mind. The dark hallway you choose is splash with green mucus. The immense reek gets unbearable, you're slipping through the slimy remains... of a lacerated ancient creature, now deep down....
Our darkness is closing in. A warm breath of swarming wind is blowing through the passage, it comes from below. Where the silent seas flow for ages.... now the stench almost invades. Your consciousness becomes infirm as you creep down the stale aeonic hall. A weak shine stars to glow, down the hall it rises up. Whispers are becoming loud noises. A supreme entity rushes above unearthly colours blinding you. Sickening high frequent noises drive you immensely insane. Running for your souls life.... A fear you never experienced before.... but you escaped!? But you escaped, down...you escaped.... Forever now you know, down there awaits a supreme unshaped, ancient infernal wisdom. Which is not of this nature..... which is not of this nature which is not of this nature, which is not.... not of this nature..... So now you know that immeasurable affectation, inexpressible sufferings are totally inevitable, as you creep dow nthe stale aeonic hall...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
