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On the dwelling dark
of the lost souls
the screams rise
from the silence
and every second
will be converted
in centuries of
desolation.

Is there so deep
where the light of the stars
don't reach to arrive
and the sun will outshine
everlastingly
the yield of his throne
to the moon
(Queen of the night).

Don't remains nothing
no hopes, no mirths
only I have the wish
to die forever
and sleep between
the silence of the
ancient ruins.

But all is senseless
every dream to be
left behind
and every illusion whitered
only flames, oblivion and
silence.

Millions of fans follow their mark

created of a deep and darkest will

hate that come with all their fury

over the stupid humanity.

 

Forged in the darkest abyss

their music comes to storm our minds

they are the masters of the occultism

who guide us in the land.

 

Venom, Hellhammer, Bathory

they marked our lives forever

a strong troop of warriors,

inspiration of the hordes.

 

Influence of so much bands

we got the legacy of the Gods

always dressed in black

spreading destruction.

In a darkened room is resting over a pool of blood that she left, her dry veins begins to burn the skin of a naked body, left to die. Now you feel your ears don't hear the veil of death is blinding you, the breath is losing and your soul is flying free ...in the dark. ERZEBET: "My life is your death I'll take a bloodbath to renew my body and enjoy an eternal life while you slowly die in the lonely cell". Drop to drop is bleeding the virginal woman, in her open wounds begins to flow the blood she gave to convert it in the wine of immortality. Tortured and bled she dies her innocence and beauty are dying too, and now she only will be a remembrance that will fade with the mercy of the oblivion the wine of immortality.

Lurking in the dark I see a shinny light is a powerful sphere which is lightening my path. She's my nocturnal princess Oh! Selene is my light in the blackened sky the fullmoon always rise. Delight us her bright sent to influence her childs is the strange effect, the moonlight in our minds. Mother moon, don't forget your childs.

Walking between the dense fog that freeze 'til the last corner of the forest, I'm searching the Nymphs domain and her protector Goddess Artemis (Queen of the forest). I make a stop in the road and I look around me, but I don't see any presence only I find in the inmensity of the sky a fullmoon sending me her clarity through the branches of the trees. The nocturnal silence of the forest is broken with strange moans, are nocturnal spirits coming for my soul. While the wolves climb the rocks to howl ate the moon I see the shadows of the spirits that take possession of me and guide me by the forest. I continue penetrating between the trees and I enter in a path where I reach to see the sovereigns of the forest coming to find me. Their wonderful bodies sorrounds me and deliver in me a powerful energy that cauterizes my soul. Immediately the spirits abandon me and I see the Artemis figure near me, while the wolves howl with more intensity. Her majesty touches my forehead and she calls me emperor of shadows in the winter moon, she's giving me the power before all beings in the forest. Artemis and the Nymphs abandon the place, now I'm alone in my domains looking the beautiful bright of the fullmoon that invades my body while the nocturnal spirits dance around me.

Being far beyond the stars I feel the cold roaming besides the wind dragging spirits around me. I look back and don't see anything I look at the horizon and nothing exist I'm lost in the inmensity of my eternal nights where no runs the time and everything is dark in me.

Nymphs from the dark forest beauty tempter ladies between laughs and sings attract the mortals to the deep forest to make 'em die submerged in the swamps. Whispering maiden spell of seduction how don't fall on knees before so magic beauty before so burning passion. Luxury drowned in the swamps submerged desires forever between mud and roots eternal prision of forgiveness. Nymphs from the dark forest ... betrayers.

Ascending towards the summits from south it sights the coldest night black clouds devours the mountain converting in ashes the horizon. Nocturnal spirits rise from crypts to go over the wicked land in company of the black bird flying free in the night. My soul feels the power hidden behind the fog and I see the lights shining beyond the obscurity, is the lightning that breaks the night to announce the southern storm.