The Hecate's Veil

Opus Inferii

Compositor: Não Disponível

Under the ligth of torches and smell of dead flowers
An cobwebed coffin rest in profound pain
Valley of tears fall of injured and despaired hearts
Remembrances of life spent in useless religions

I subdue their faith in resurrection on heaven
Consuming the dead blood of this female corpse
Her invisible blackened eyes cry tears of blood
Her mute mouth begs the redemption of her soul

Nor the worst nightmare prepares the hearts to this horror
Tortured souls drag by hair this mysterious dead woman

I wander eternally damned in pursuit of dead blood
My demonic thirsty throat desire this profane wine
My spirit approaches of coffin where crying candles burn
Under the terrified eyes of desperate mourners

The burial begun on heretic ritual of desecration
Like a newborn child the corpse is embraced
Her face covered by filthy decomposed hair
Increase the horror in this macabre ceremony

Nor the worst nightmare prepares the hearts to this horror
Tortured souls drag by hair this mysterious dead woman
Creating doubt and despair in their faithfull hearts
About god's existence and his strength against evil