Phantasmagoric hill of sadness  Beyond the toxic black clouds  A magnificent castle in flamboyant style  A monstrous mass of of ashlar and ice  With splendid gigantic aedicules  Framed with phallic columns and  Mysterious blind arcading, with  Misericordian decorated frescoes  A sanctuary for ceremonial unholyness  An invitation to the realm of darkness    I am alone in my dark castle  Standing in the dep catacombs  Searching for new inspiration amongst  This cryptic sanctuary of meditation  The gathering place of raddled bats  Watching through the rose-window, feeling  The presence of a menacing air, possessing  A voluptuous face, enters the black chamber  The tenebrous architectural rules of decoration  It's in the end of ancient time of Saltire    Turning back to the perpendicular tabernacle  For celebration with an unblessed sacrament  The deep atmosphere is as ever, nightmarish  The dreams are beginning in the asembly of  Coven members, the essence of my own mind  The hatred, proceeding into the ambulatory  Solitude in castle of horrors  Solitude under the trefoils  A mysanthropic life in a mysanthropic silence