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With solemn feeling, entering to this deathlike silence

I join to the company of dead ones

I yearn this ceremonial ground

Thousands beds of ancient remains

These timeless hallways draped by nocturnal air.

As my hand cracks, the veil of death

Revealing the past, facing the grand darkness

It warms my body, more than any living flame

Fills me with ecstasy and blazing energy, from the other side..

I breath the putrefaction, of this death cradle

I am one with the ancient ground, at the ultimate center of life and death.

Rootstock remains, rotting limbs and gruesome skull

I raise them to the gloomy lunar light.

Air is filled with ancient horrors, chthonic beasts from my inner chamber

Burial ground trance, CHTHONIC KATHARSIS!