Eternal suffering.
Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust.
I want to die.
But the three mothers don`t grip my hand
they want the cycle to be completed.
I`m walking through this autumnal mist
where everything dies
and where everything`s anguish and loneliness.
I mortify my heart with love`s pain
and fall into the hollow deep abyss.
I`m alone in the dark
my being transfixed by a circle of shining souls
but their laments can nothing against frost
hate and the macabre veil winding my soul
in an obscure seal.
I would shed blood but something`s hindering that to me
which dark force gives my spirit strength
thou condemned to wander in this mist thick as pain
I`m alone in Mater Tenebra.
Amen.
I enjoy this event.I son of darkness drink my tears
from the calix of the god who never forsakes
who turns defeat into victory.
I raise my hands up towards the northern icy wind
and to the nothing I yell.
Th at vision is mild and pure wrapped into the torments wind
I stretch out my hand but everything disappears
so I close the circle of fire once more
and I find myself again alone in the dark.
I celebrate the ancient names of this pagan winter
looking for lymph and power
for his soul now I`ve lost into emptiness.
Lost in Mater Tenebra.
Satan`s masses mutate the weak.