Chapter 1
Among the blackness icy previaled,I draw the black curtain of death,thousand of lost souls fallenin the depth of the crypts of pain,through the voices of the past.
The angles of damnation follow metravel through the (foot) lost paths,the huge black forests,during the eternal nights of a funeral winter.
Drowned in the shadowlight the kingdom of deads,has condemned my soulhas haunted the hibernal forests!
My coffin burn in a chapel,by the flames of damnation,will still remain now and foreverin a ceremony of the shadows of the past....
And the souls will recall the way of my cremationwith the singing the voices of the nighton the threshold at the gates of the kingdom,of the shadows behold the moonlike throne.I cry for my anterior life,but at dawn of my rebirthand by the power of my blasphemy,I raise with the forces of evil,my curse is eternal!!!
Chapter 2
The wolves howling their song,towards the gates of hell,the Northern abysses let to hearamong these leed north winds,the weeps of victims sacrificed,to bloody rites of Shub-
Niggurath,the black goat of the eternal woods.
When the night is deepand the sun is in the sign of Ram,the chant of darkness will be utteredtowards the Northern winds.
The key will be turned,and the gates will openfacing us, in the darkend kingdom
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