As the fear grows inside,   Wrapping heart like silky lace  On maiden's dress during midnight dance,   Bearing shiver and awakening lust,   Being guide along dark marble halls  Through the mist surrounded by  Scattered beads of candlelight  Twinkling and fading, air is crying.    Sorrow and pain in it's cry  Are floating like lonely black swans  On the waters reflecting leed(? ) of gloomy skies.  Time is coming so fast,   Proclaiming hour for solemn requiem  Of soul that's singing it's grievous song  Of victim to be sacrificed.    The moments left behind  Are reflected by the chambers of  Black castle that exalts  On the mountain of foresaken(? ) thoughts.  Like feathers from the wings  Of ravens' horde, foretasting  The massacre's blazing ride,   Speeches of it's dwellers soar around:    "Let one word of yours be a knife in a trembling heart  Of prayer rising towards the falling clouds.  Let each tear you utter now become a lake of blood  Of those who dedicated their existence to being blind.  Let the flow of enchanted strain become your eyes,   Seeing unique heady beauty of obscure  Plains, spreading far and wide beneath the roots of mind  Where Chimaera's gaze breeds nightmares from desires".    As the fear grows insane  Under wings of silent night  Winds are whispering thousand names  Of a multi-faced divine.  Rains of broken mirrors shade  Moonlit carpet weaved by stars  Words of velvet serpent's song  Are awakening from their sleep:    "Feel caress of flaming waves  Coming from the seas of fate  Taste the flesh of sharpened blade,   Hear damnations as a name.  Gate is opened granting pass  To the brink where perception ends  Dive into endless blackened chasm  Spreading soul like wings to fly  Eternally or die!"