For the night Here begins the... Rite A dark mass where no light No life exists and endures Nothing but the murmur of leaves Limbs and roots interlace Ravenous tentacles Devouring whoever dares to enter Thirsty for blood and bones They capture lost souls Bury them in the depths of the woods Dead trees' stalk are engraved With ancient symbols Reminiscences of cruel forgotten Gods A dark mass where no light No life exists and endures Threatening wooden sculptures Surrounded by a sinister halo Are scattered around Endless silent expanse From which no one returns Through this mystical lifeless vastness Slowly and without fear, the pilgrim is walking Whispering ritual psalms Calling on Eternal deities of the nightfall Eyeless creature with runes Nefarious voices lead him At the end of the path Awaits a dark inner sanctuary Shrine of nightmares and tears Black altar arises Made of skulls, earth and prayers Hideous aura emanates from him Invading everything around Putrid scent pervades Everything Noctem aeternam Pilgrim kneels before the sempiternal structure A shadow surrounds him Malevolent presence Creature of dusk