Abhor (Ita)
Fabled Ceremony
...And I heard the sound Of that writhe among the nocturnal breeze Those leaves of the sundown color Color of the death The shades of the silence conspires Like broken stars Fire of sulphur, silver and incense The mystical nature of the fabled magic Knowledge and learning like a cosmic fusion Of dusts in the universe Breathe the flames of the chandeliers The hands toward the sky, A magic emblem under my feet ...And an evocative energy Out from the circle the storms, Inside the circle awful calm The trees seem to break, Folded up from the force of my words, The stones briefs from the ground, Raised around me The skies furrowed from baggy Clouds of black energy Veni supplicium Veni timor Veni oblectation Ignis sulphuris, argentum et tus Fabulosa caerimonia
From Letras Mania