Dies Ater – Chanting Evil

Where sun refuses

to shine, a shadowed might grows unknown,

Open wounds lie

complaining, a fading Eden for lost souls

Roaming through

blazing grounds, drained by freezing winds,

The will to rise

again caressing sin-swallowed senses.

Glancing in

virginity, led by stars of purity

while sadness can

do no harm, such a veracious heart.

Stream of fire,

attempts to lighten this dark abandoned place.

A junction for

sadness and death to unite – creeping forward.

A retribution of

drowning, charming evildrunken voices

Sounds from the

depth of the woods carried by a whispering breeze

Hear the beasts

chanting a solitude spell:

“A dreadful

abyss for a lightened beauty to fall,

Barely a touch of

madness, bathing in a grey sunrise,

Wish to see winged

saints stumble through fields of evil,

Come follow me in

the night, for heaven is blind