I light the candles of my sorcery

The blood is on the altar

It flows from the sacrificed

And fills the bowl to the top

The visions of the ones

That are impossible to call

Gash through the mysteries

That was summoned by me

The steps of vicious Apocalypse

Beside the gates of Armageddon

Where the death tears its mask

And I see its triumphant smile

On the cold damned face

This is my triumph too

I am the keeper of the key

I left the future and abandoned

To the unknown

The gates are opened

The visions of the ones

That are impossible to call

Gash through the mysteries

That was summoned by me

Beyond the nature

Beyond the understanding

Somewhere it evilly opens the maw

From which it discerns the hollow

In the expanse

On the both sides of goodness

And evil

You can't confront it

It's out of the understanding

The top of creation or creator

Wrathfully throw in the time

The billows of the poisoned unknown

Darkness and cold

There is no light

There is no words inside this thought

To stop the time means

To live with it



The space opens the gates

Straight to Algol where its clack light

Burn the rest of life. The wind of my

Glide to the purgatory

I am here face to face with the unknown

Here is the key to Apocalypse!



The soul is wiped

By the asteroids of lie

To find the way is the fate

Of the powerful race

Gliding to the top of awareness

Fall to the pit of unknown

Where's the end of the way?

The endlessness and darkness

Are in front

There is no comprehension of belief

It was not borne here

The triumph of the powerful race!



Goodness,