Spirits are coming from a dark dead sky

The whispers and shadows are calling me



Molested and lost

My soul is turned to dust



The funeral in fire calls my name

The ancient dark desire tears me away

Power and damnation from the shining moon

Seven are the ways which will lead me through



Molested and lost

My soul is turned to dust



My scorn and my pagan hate

Engraved mournful lies

Realm of chaos arise

The other side awaits



Longing for the aeons under the bloodred clouds

My molested soul will enter the past

Into the abyss and over the stream

My visions became true and my soul is free



Molested and lost

My soul is turned to dust



My scorn and my pagan hate

Engraved mournful lies

Realm of chaos arise

The other side awaits

My dreams are deeper than deep

Visions are darker than black

We will dwell further

Gathered shall we be