I give my blood to the mistic darkness
To the eternal melancholy of the demon
I will sow in my heart the seed of wickedness
I will mediate in the chamber and
Conjure the spectrum that manifest
Through dreams and nigthmares.
I give my blood to the mistic darkness
To the eternal melancholy of the demon
I will sow in my heart the seed of wickedness
I will mediate in the chamber and
Conjure the spectrum that manifest
Through dreams and nigthmares, nigthmares...
I give my blood to the throne, kingdoom and domminion
To the throne of agony
To the infinite kingdoom of beatiful and fleeting souls
To the domminion of weak
human minds.
I the depression and the darkness of the night
Memories of lust invade my being
As i drink from the glass of sweet wine
But the wrath of spreading the truth about of magic to
Many of the weak makes the pain of
Dying and of depression stronger
Now here in the mute dawn by the sadness that invade me
I run toward the black chamber
Where doubts in believes does no exist
The anxiety and the nerves never exist.
My body feels the peace of another dimension
And my soul flies outside my body around this
I feel, i am floating, i see my blood
Spread within the circle along
With my inert remains
I gave my blood for the depression
That i had dead in life.
I gave my blood for the depression
That i had dead in life..