Phantasmagoric hill of sadness
Beyond the toxic black clouds
A magnificent castle in flamboyant style

A monstrous mass of of ashlar and ice
With splendid gigantic aedicules
Framed with phallic columns and

Mysterious blind arcading, with
Misericordian decorated frescoes
A sanctuary for ceremonial unholyness

An invitation to the realm of darkness

I am alone in my dark castle

Standing in the dep catacombs
Searching for new inspiration amongst
This cryptic sanctuary of meditation

The gathering place of raddled bats
Watching through the rose-window, feeling
The presence of a menacing air, possessing

A voluptuous face, enters the black chamber
The tenebrous architectural rules of
decoration

It's in the end of ancient time of Saltire

Turning back to the perpendicular tabernacle

For celebration with an unblessed sacrament
The deep atmosphere is as ever, nightmarish
The dreams are beginning in the asembly of

Coven members, the essence of my own mind
The hatred, proceeding into the ambulatory
Solitude in castle of horrors

Solitude under the trefoils
A mysanthropic life in a mysanthropic silence