Tracks

01. A Dying Out Ecstasy
02. A Silent Night In A Silent Castle
03. The Forest Was A Never Ending Place
04. Prisoner Of A Morbid Cradle



01. A Dying Out Ecstasy

She has the beauty of unraped statues.
Her body is frail but her presence is queen.
I had so invocated her that letters of her name become for me divinities to worship.

Black will be the color of our eternal engagement.
The fascinating instart of of her state without glimmer possessed me wholly.

She had made up her pale cheek-bones of purple powder and lacqued her lips of thick blood.
Her hair swings in the rhythms of her light touches as a snake round its prey.

The dark cloth of her dress falls on her body without shapes.
And her skinny hands are adored with long nails like threatening claws.
The silent melting of our bodies shoots painfully.
Shroud me will in your morbid body which stinks so nice!


02. A Silent Night In A Silent Castle

In a silent night, Dark possessed me.
Unmirrored Dead Countess haunted the bewitching forest.
Heavens thrilled when she went towards the gothic castle.

A frightening moon painted of livid glimmers the walls of the silent castle.
And enlarged the shadow of the most fascinating gargoyle's statue.

Then satanic blazes kindles the start of the Dead Countess.
"These Blaze are Rubies" whispered he Demonic Moon.
The Forest Shuddered...

The Countess moved forward her shot dress.
A high door opened.
The neverending corridors were a dismal silencious labyrinth.
Black Candles were dancing in vast, luxurious rooms.
The Countess felt behind her some maleficent presences - Superior than her.
The portraits of warriors and Lords stared at her...
She went down into dungeons as into an offered tomb.
Death-rattles and yells of invisible victims ripped the silence.
She cames forward them...


03. The Forest Was A Never Ending Place

The Dark forest entices my soul toward the wildest crimes.
Under the worshiped archways of secret trees.
Feeling the blade of my sickly penetrate into a sleeping girl's body.

Making go out her skinking of innocence entrails.
And making them devoured by the black wolves of the night.
Which obey only me, master of darkness.

The forest is beautiful as the dark night.
It moves and screams and bites me with a frozen death rattle.
The forest is a poetical labyrinth inhabited by strange muses.

But the moss covers itself of my sucked victim.
At glimmers of dawn, I get back to the funeral room of my castle.
I leave you, forest of mystery!

But as soon as the night, I'll meet you, since I'm your promised master!


04. Prisoner Of A Morbid Cradle

When I awake the darkness of a sinisterly terror swoops down on me as proud and cruel birds of prey.
I grope my prison, miserable and whimpering.
My cell is so narrow that I can hardly move fated to this imprisoning gaul because of an unknown lack.
I can find neither door nor window and I feel in me and horrible panic.
O Hell would be a delight for me!
I would like more suffer thousand pairs forever feel fire, iron, whip, blade on my skin rather than stay in this hole.
My life will be now a ghastly loneliness.
O two beast at least would curl up both!
I scratch, I scratch, I break my nails against the wooden wall...
Is there therefore no glimmer of hope?
Over me, the human indifference...
I was fated, sentenced and I've already died, forgotten by all.
Over me, round me, an immensity of earth smothers me...
Skin if a gate too weak and will succumb flagly to Death...
O Hell would be a delight for me! I would prefer suffer thousand pairs forever rather than know me shrouded.
I'm the buried alive who struggles and whires in vain... My prison is my coffin.
Its kisses of earth will fill my mouth, my eyes, my heart, my body!
My corpse will be in pasture to the vermin which will dip out of me the strength to swarm.
The absurdity of my destiny blinds me...
I resign myself and I'm dying... I'm dying, I'm...