In Immortality

There was no mercy for me
When sunk in the dark waters of Styx
I looked with my dead eyes
Into the cosmic suffering
The smell of annihilation
Mislead by raven passion
Into the bottomless abyss
Where hell demons and their nightmares feast

Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil
In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell
Take lower bows - withered plants
In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony

Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades
Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights
Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood

The lead eyelid of time
Covered with ancient frost
November night
Touches the claw of superior evil
A grey wolf among the hues of death
Recognized his Master's presence
In the dark space he has found
Lost plot of his lupus nature

Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil
In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell
Take lower bows - withered plants
In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony

Stop the mourning, the rose hasn't withered
It's lit with light of moon's glow
Her shadow dances in the corners of the night
Dark incubus raven passion

Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades
Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights
Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood

Cosmic satisfaction of lupus intercourse
Tasted like an angel's kiss
I looked indifferently into your fading eyes
Which have never got the answer

Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades
Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights
Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood

There was no mercy for me
When sunk in the dark waters of Styx
I looked with my dead eyes
Into the cosmic suffering
The smell of annihilation
Mislead by raven passion
Into the bottomless abyss
Where hell demons and their nightmares feast

Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil
In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell
Take lower bows - withered plants
In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony