Fascinated by a place with no name  where no life emerges from It's scorched ground  where no wind whispers by  and no light uncovers the unique forms  forms from deep lands of perdition  rivers of red cross as silent as nothingness  it's like they were made of blood of a million deaths  the ghouls pass only to rest forever    There the torment might be infinite  but the will to reach there is impossible  there's no way to evade the creatures made  by the so dense and black day that prevails  everything reached by this force is swallowed  nothing can stop the morbidity of it's wings  something evil and powerful lives there  where the light stops at density    Take me from light, take me beyond  force of darkness and cold  winter of north, winter of south  moon of the black circle  Curse of the souls, evoking the night  unholy spirit of light  bringer of wisdom and pleasures of times  I ask you all your might    The only land, the only path  to discover life  Ritual under a cover of black  to get where no light can reach