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"At the gates of the horror

The sadist mask

Unchains the infortune

Of the human race..."

Under the cover of the black chapters

Since the dark ages to the apocalypse

The traces of the ancestral fear

Drowns the man in skepticism

Lurking in the vast thing of the subconscious

Unknowed arts reveal a fear of the future

Macabre illusions of Thanatos

Discover the path of the disgrace

A baneful prelude nearer to be real

That writes in the air the words of the epitaph

The voices that consumes your sanity

And the damned hand turns you over in madness

Undress to face your destiny

Wicked orinomancy, the dreams your dread

Descend to the darkness of hell

Macabre feast, the theater of nightmares

Reserve your step to the salvation

In the scenary of the injustice

A broken icon, a black from dead

Sympathy for the devil, courtesy of death

The cards were thrown to the lick

While an image decides your future

The victory in the game of the curse

And the hope, eternally lost...