Under the gaze of an owl
I walk the streets of the ghastly stars
To reach the pond of purest black
The surface
gleams
Like a pearl in the vast plane
Wet sacred shrine emerged as my spirit is
Led astray in search for illuminated
skies
On a conquest through nighttime
Meadows
Lingering spirits gather at the seven stones
Dark is the night
And so is
the hatred in my soul
The oracle pierces the pale shapes
Concoct serpent and concubine souls
See and select the one must
grim
Bitter the unpenetrable darkness
My gnarled body remained in the deep
Still my spirit is trapped in catatonic
state
Listen while it speaks
Lightning gives shape to the night
Blood will flow through the night of
Black crystals
Es
brennt ein feuer in mir
Nie zufor war das feuer so dunkel
Und kalt und es gehort zu mir
Es wird brennen bis ich sterbe
Und
erlosen in kalte
Das feuer verbreited sich
Von geist zu geist
Und jede sehle wird verzehrt
Dark and cold moon behind the
clouds
Dance the spirit dance in battered shape
I am alone among these hollow shadows
Like we did before meet the seven
stones
I the selected one ignite the spirits dance