Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust.
I want to die.
But the three mothers don't grip
they want the cycle to be completed.
I'm walking through this autumnal mist
where everything dies
everything's anguish and loneliness.
I mortify my heart with love's pain
and fall into the hollow deep abyss.
I'm alone in the
my being transfixed by a circle of shining souls
but their laments can nothing against frost
hate and the macabre veil
winding my soul
in an obscure seal.
I would shed blood but something's hindering that to me
which dark force gives my spirit
thou condemned to wander in this mist thick as pain
I'm alone in Mater Tenebra.
I enjoy this event.I son of
darkness drink my tears
from the calix of the god who never forsakes
who turns defeat into victory.
I raise my hands up towards
the northern icy wind
and to the nothing I yell.
Th at vision is mild and pure wrapped into the torments wind
I stretch out my
hand but everything disappears
so I close the circle of fire once more
and I find myself again alone in the dark.
I celebrate the
ancient names of this pagan winter
looking for lymph and power
for his soul now I've lost into emptiness.
Lost in Mater
Satan's masses mutate the weak.