Eerie

When the nightmares are coming, Voices are heard at night Time is returning back The beast as hound on a chain I hear, the ice crackles In the kingdom of Prince of Darkness Beasts searching for foreign traces Where the forefathers lived As in "Dellamorte Dellamore" Digging out yesterday’s graves Rushing by the slumbery path By the torny way Fearing, fearing nature’s mistakes Weeping, silently gnawing throats Ours, foreign – but no difference Doing what they want, looking eyes to eyes Living on the crossroads Of never-ending eeriness Spit on the creatures Rushing furiously forward Who believes me – those will grasp Lemarchand’s box has been found The Hell’s gates elegant trap And they come on the crossroads Of never-ending eeriness The moonlight will cover the snow, the fog will cover the land Not subduing to fate, I can make it through the cold Nights walking high, luring away, cutting with sorrow Lost in oneself already hangs in the knot Snowstorm and wind still wandering Their melody sounds so marvelously Above the land, the fog in a window The moonlight turned into ice By the longing for endless winter fiend’s portrait is being written: So contemptible shame wont be found on millions of planets; Haggard by madness, false beautiful wisdom Lying prophets speaking heresy in the kingdom of cadaveric liturgies