Among the forests of hatred
I was wandering,
seeking for snowy hills,

Searching for the abysses mirror.

A pale horizon of silent

distant future
here is the dreadful kingdom
Chaos the death of light.


The black rises from sunset remains
like a twisted demon to induce.

From Acheron sounds funeral chants
screaming for the twilight.


Infected stars reborn & die
in the sweet cover of night.
Enlighten me with your pervert

mind for last rites