Now, when the violet ligth is extinguished, it is only absolute darkness.
Smell of death, mixed with the remote canticles of Sabbath.
The conjurations against the crawly chaos...
In the abyss frenetic moans are listended, arriving from unknow depths.
The conjurations against the crawly chaos...become in triumph howls.
The ligths don't appear yet.
I feel it is presence, the rain and the thunders bring it,
taking possesion of my mind.
Darkness, covered in flogs.
I fly across abysess and I see with a sense that is not the sight.
I feel it!, comes to me wind of hell, titanic shadows of black wings.
Eh you, save me!, burning eye of three lobules.