My shadows is creeping on the grey stones, Descending the stars of a forgotten castle. The years have past and war time is over. Are those steps going to Hell. Standing alive there leads me to anger, I hope I'm soon to reach the gate, Beyond which I'll find a mind of peace, Somewhere fortress seems to bury me. Bats are showing me the way, This goddamn fortress seems to bury me. The elements open on a blacker passage Marked by black candles. Out in the storms and winds, Hiding from the mortals. Screaming as I wish to quit, Cutting my flesh so deep. ...What a great artist dies with me... I leave, I hope you cry As I hurt you for the last time. You see, as that you'll remind me, Poor unconscious victims. Now the pit opens to me, I don't even feel my last time's saviour. I run to the ugly mouth of death Making one with shadows. You can already curse my funeral, I still vomit on your holy earth. Don't feel any compassion, I've sinned just to betray god. A spit on this rotten face, I am the Satan's carrion.