Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my handthey want the cycle to be completed. I'm walking through this autumnal mistwhere everything diesand where everything's anguish and loneliness. I mortify my heart with love's painand fall into the hollow deep abyss. I'm alone in the darkmy being transfixed by a circle of shining soulsbut their laments can nothing against frosthate and the macabre veil winding my soulin an obscure seal. I would shed blood but something's hindering that to mewhich dark force gives my spirit strengththou condemned to wander in this mist thick as pain I'm alone in Mater Tenebra. Amen.I enjoy this event. I son of darkness drink my tearsfrom the calix of the god who never forsakeswho turns defeat into victory. I raise my hands up towards the northern icy windand to the nothing I yell.Th at vision is mild and pure wrapped into the torments wind I stretch out my hand but everything disappearsso I close the circle of fire once moreand I find myself again alone in the dark. I celebrate the ancient names of this pagan winterlooking for lymph and powerfor his soul now I've lost into emptiness. Lost in Mater Tenebra.Satan's masses mutate the weak.
Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my handthey want the cycle to be completed. I'm walking through this autumnal mistwhere everything diesand where everything's anguish and loneliness. I mortify my heart with love's painand fall into the hollow deep abyss. I'm alone in the darkmy being transfixed by a circle of shining soulsbut their laments can nothing against frosthate and the macabre veil winding my soulin an obscure seal. I would shed blood but something's hindering that to mewhich dark force gives my spirit strengththou condemned to wander in this mist thick as pain I'm alone in Mater Tenebra. Amen.I enjoy this event. I son of darkness drink my tearsfrom the calix of the god who never forsakeswho turns defeat into victory. I raise my hands up towards the northern icy windand to the nothing I yell.Th at vision is mild and pure wrapped into the torments wind I stretch out my hand but everything disappearsso I close the circle of fire once moreand I find myself again alone in the dark. I celebrate the ancient names of this pagan winterlooking for lymph and powerfor his soul now I've lost into emptiness. Lost in Mater Tenebra.Satan's masses mutate the weak.
