As the fear grows inside, Wrapping heart like silky lace On maiden's dress during midnight dance, Bearing shiver and awakening lust, Being guide along dark marble halls Through the mist surrounded by Scattered beads of candlelight Twinkling and fading, air is crying. Sorrow and pain in it's cry Are floating like lonely black swans On the waters reflecting leed(?) of gloomy skies. Time is coming so fast, Proclaiming hour for solemn requiem Of soul that's singing it's grievous song Of victim to be sacrificed. The moments left behind Are reflected by the chambers of Black castle that exalts On the mountain of foresaken(?) thoughts. Like feathers from the wings Of ravens' horde, foretasting The massacre's blazing ride, Speeches of it's dwellers soar around: "Let one word of yours be a knife in a trembling heart Of prayer rising towards the falling clouds. Let each tear you utter now become a lake of blood Of those who dedicated their existence to being blind. Let the flow of enchanted strain become your eyes, Seeing unique heady beauty of obscure Plains, spreading far and wide beneath the roots of mind Where Chimaera's gaze breeds nightmares from desires". As the fear grows insane Under wings of silent night Winds are whispering thousand names Of a multi-faced divine. Rains of broken mirrors shade Moonlit carpet weaved by stars Words of velvet serpent's song Are awakening from their sleep: "Feel caress of flaming waves Coming from the seas of fate Taste the flesh of sharpened blade, Hear damnations as a name. Gate is opened granting pass To the brink where perception ends Dive into endless blackened chasm Spreading soul like wings to fly Eternally or die!" Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com