Poetry says:
I can't see you but i know you're there
In the fog, cursing the priest and
telling him "I'm not buried by Time and Dust
I'm not a tombstone, I'm the sorcerer who
can cure my dark subsconscious".
Satan wants to possess your death
but he can't take you.
A cold wind is near, as two great wings
of angel of death, wings of funeral.
Darkness is growing
and cemetery lights up again.
From The Dark, the necromantic cross
Pathetic graves who are looking the moon
Diabolic shapes floating out in the dark.
It's night again, it's too old now
Dark is so near, this is where they go.
The army of ghosts is ready for the death
execution, and you are the leader.
The curse is beginning.
You start reading "De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas"
Awaking the dead people and monsters.
After the curse you offer disgusting semlas
as a dessert and sing lalalalalalala all night long.
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