Revival of Cursed Spirit

Night has called me into mysterious hall, where the sky disappeared in shaggy branches of ancient wood. Crackle of pine needles under feet has gave out every motion of the feral inwardness, that was harboured here. Standing too long smell is pervading in tension of cold air... Mould... Blood... Blood was coagulated on clothing and flowed down along slashed hands. Mad knocks of heart had immersed to condition of helpless meditator, as if thunder of shamanistic drum... Get touch to primordial, awaken it from the dusk of centuries, need not be afraid! There is no sense to run, the reason means nothing in this world, living under laws of nature. To plunge in unknown, to give went to the hidden demons, that obey not to you, That are latent by consciousness in the passages of our veins and black souls! Fate has called me into mysterious hall, where it was prejudged to lose myself alone with imperious darkness. Ugly stain of damnation had eaten in defenseless human interior, it is possible to whitewash with blood! Meaning of life dissolved and now remained only one... Gallows... Noose... The frail weak soul will not survive such burden... Death, be merciful...