It's night !!! Now lift up more the voice of my wicked soul

It's night !!! Awake up all lunar songs... to where goes the tears of my eyes

and feathress? Walking in the olds and poetic catacombs

It's night !!! Now lift up more the voice of my wicked soul

It's night !!! Awake up all lunar songs

To where goes the tears of my eyes and the feathress of my hear?

Walking in the olds and poetic catacombs, with horse screams of wrath and to

fell that run up the noise by long galleries

I went in search of black candle, where emanated an immaculated light

Oh, dark and pale twilight, perpetuate this moment for what the seldom blaze of

the black candle never extinguish

Under Delight of the Black Candle

I'm the coffin replete of malicious and angelical visions of life. I'm the

misery, I'm the necromantical hunger, I'm the desire of to desire, I'm the malign guest

Your magic is replete of spiritual force, that's donated for yours bewitcheds.

Oh, necromantical candle, oh ancient candle, make the solitude been my eternal

homeland

Zombie, now I am a zombie who see the moon like a symbol of my existence. 

Seemed

me as motherly... waiting for yours faithfull sons

To where goes the chalice replete of blood and pure tears of the virgin?!? I go

feeling the astral light that's sended by mystic chandelier in the room, where

sleep a beautiful woman dressed with sadomaniac adornments and ready to be impaled

I love you disgrace !!!