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Above the shores an eerie light glimpse, may it flickers as a sign of the once were died in here

A soil of tragedy, dismal breaker swinging in an ode of impure spells and unsung prophecies

Misty spume ascends, as a veil of sombre clouds arosed in sin and grief from a sorrow guardian

Six feet under waits, procreation tenebrous, An ancient symbol of the chants which were recite to honor death

Westering sun

Illuminate the golden signs

Forthcoming dusk

Let the guide a moonlight be

Sanctified malice

Lunar born, sweep through the sand

In a phantom land

The spirit of the cult awakes

Insurrection rise, this portentous night, the unhallowed secretes of the soil revealed forevermore

Whispers can be heared, phantasmagoria or just the waves which dance

Malignant stench, poisoned the air, drift along the womb of the earth leaves behind some scars of dismay

Nothing withstand, ancient leprosy, no rose can be found on the barren ground just like to testify the reign of death

Destiny shall be fullfilled when the oceans starts to congeal

Deep down frozen in the ground, the confidence of ancient beliefs

Memories of wisdom, beyond flesh they arise to breath

A sleeping garden, cursed to rest in desolated seas

Eastering sun

Let the signs wither away

Forthcoming dawn

Guide the night to oblivion

Cruel abomination

Lay the land in solitude

Shattered domain

Near the ocean, sorrow reigns

May eternally...