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*Lyrics : Lord Tiranna / Music : Scharack

My heart so black as the awakening

Of three thousand strong mortuary buffalos

My incrusted mind of alabaster, amethysts

And of fresh blood

Among the hands i seize a river that ascends

Of the highest west it overflows their knowledge

And in my eyes i don't find the implosion

Of a saturnian ring

My life pressed by the dampness of the hours

My blood sculpted by the wild anemones

And the might that opens up like one morning

To say that still comes that never forgot

The power of their flashes

It burns in the unconscious ice of the blizzard

The same as a sign avoid its embryo

And he dives in a rotten well toward the lethargy

My heart is cold as the darkness

(My mind don't support more a stellar catastrophe

Only the light noise of cyclopean giant's steps)

Grasped to the clouds of poison of a new aeon anyone

The night calls to the Blackhearts

My incrusted mind of amethysts, of green silt

And vestiges of high geology

My hearts so black as the dizzy spell of a virgin seal

In full sacrifice night

The night calls to the Blackhearts