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It's night !!! Now lift up more the voice of my wicked soul It's night !!! Awake up all lunar songs... to where goes the tears of my eyes and feathress? Walking in the olds and poetic catacombs It's night !!! Now lift up more the voice of my wicked soul It's night !!! Awake up all lunar songs To where goes the tears of my eyes and the feathress of my hear? Walking in the olds and poetic catacombs, with horse screams of wrath and to fell that run up the noise by long galleries I went in search of black candle, where emanated an immaculated light Oh, dark and pale twilight, perpetuate this moment for what the seldom blaze of the black candle never extinguish Under Delight of the Black Candle I'm the coffin replete of malicious and angelical visions of life. I'm the misery, I'm the necromantical hunger, I'm the desire of to desire, I'm the malign guest Your magic is replete of spiritual force, that's donated for yours bewitcheds. Oh, necromantical candle, oh ancient candle, make the solitude been my eternal homeland Zombie, now I am a zombie who see the moon like a symbol of my existence. Seemed me as motherly... waiting for yours faithfull sons To where goes the chalice replete of blood and pure tears of the virgin?!? I go feeling the astral light that's sended by mystic chandelier in the room, where sleep a beautiful woman dressed with sadomaniac adornments and ready to be impaled I love you disgrace !!! From Letras Mania