Abused by lunar delirium  I rise along the marbled stairs  Smelling heavy breath of must  I know I am not in the realm of dreams    What leads my steps into these scenes ?    The creech of massive oaken doors and  through the body permeats the strength of supernature  An energy materialised in fear  as olden as very prime itself...    Abused by lunar delirium  I rise along the marbled stairs  Smelling heavy breath of must  I know I am not in the realm of dreams    What leads my steps into these scenes ?    The rooms ornamented by the cobwebbed shrouds  Heavy crimson curtains soaked with silence  The place, where hope is buried in flues  where strange tales are revived in lunar sigh    Time of Lunar spells    By terribleness driven, by moonlight wheedled  I hear the voices from the abysses of ancient worlds  wishful to unveil the silent beauty of the night  I want to touch the cult of blood with heart  to fill up the goblet of knowledge  to accept gift of timeless life  to be a wanderer not enchained by time    There is a purity in the dying, the yearning for a new birth  It's time of Lunar spells    Abused by lunar delirium  I rise along the marbled stairs  Smelling heavy breath of must  I know I am not in the realm of dreams    What leads my steps into these scenes ?    The rooms ornamented by the cobwebbed shrouds  Heavy crimson curtains soaked with silence  The place, where hope is buried in flues  where strange tales are revived in lunar sigh    Time of Lunar spells