Come into my cave
Where the silent walls watch you
And everything here spreads the smell

Of mould of time
The legion of ghosts is here, in the dark,
They aren't affected neither by the cross,

Nor by the silly light of candle, burning out.
Are resting frozen here,
But still you walk,

You're led by blind disturb,
Oh madman, what you came here for?
Eternal pitch is waiting here

For both of soul and flesh of yours.
There's no way back, you know
But there exists the maze

Through dimensions and time
And, suddenly, your candle flickers,
The goes out...

Some second passed
And you have vanished into time.