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Old one, infirm and lame

Great scars in a horrifying deformed face

Forehead bore the brand of a great shame

 The rags hid the mangled obscure frame

Of doom of pain from the moment of the birth

 Inside the womb of mother the curse has come first



Under a tree surrounded by ravens

The dim past I've come to earth, brought nothing what use is rebirth

Past memories haunting me, in ages to come, as in ages long gone

Thought is appealing holding dark dreams, the future just brings death memories

Touched by the mystery and blessed by the filth

Conceived the snake to crawl and curse to be caressed by the dark

In a glance shall come the death by grace and let the scars as deep as Hell

The mortal no longer rises and the divine curse is broken by black magic spell

Where will wisps and glow worms shine, where waving mosses shroud the pine

Where grows the poisonous vine of the snake, no human will pass no heart would dare to pace

Come forth on the day when I take place, rejoicing the glorious doomsday

Being heard through the potent speech, being the sovereign of Hell´s hierarchy

Breast is bare, body buried in the sand, in the mist I see shadows of my land

Through the landscape of open streams beneath the trees awaken by sounds of screams

A tinkling is heard descending from the above on ungathered roots is laid down my rotting corpse

Among the shadows stands the sleepless' lids, into the sand with shackled feet

and trembled hands

For I chose the night and the darkness is my essence, branding its seal since birth deep into my flesh

From morning till nightfall my soul will move through the dawn