Besatt – Time For Gathering

The night’s colour are calling me

They are tempting my senses

Without borders

The world is rotating in fiery pentagram

Full of false and hypocrisy

I’m rejecting it

Mirror of my condemned soul

is breaking makes free

Demons of evil

In candle-lights dusted books

with hidden truths

I’m absorbing them

Destination- it’s a card given by fate

Hatred- it’s weapon to destroy the enemies

Instinct- it’s gift shows you the way

Pain -it’s delight I receive and give to others

In hellish fire horned beast is my destination

Symbols of cross wakes my hate

I choose black paths instinctive for years

My life is passing away in delight and pain

The sound of great bell is ringing

Around giving initiated the sign

To gathering

My heart beats and speeding up the rhythm

Giving the strength and the power

To my body

For long mystic night

I’m putting on a habit for time

The mystery

On the altar of pain

I’m giving my sacrifice

Without regret