Waiting for hour when I am alone
and no one can see me, then I will summon
required companion to travel beside
ally, the phantom of night.
I must be there, I have to depart
led by your call ringing deep in my heart,
in that narrow window (that's) under the roof
I'll penetrate to the room.
The walls have consumed,
an oppressive dark
spreads from below to above.
From torture-chamber we'll release
the demons of these walls
These walls are impregnate with gloom of despair,
poisoned with hate and infected with fear,
with torment and screams of immured here.
Dark powers attracted draw from everywhere
revive our creatures, make them real.
Violent passions, rebellious thoughts
get visible, take forms
Fly, my creatures, clots of dark
incarnated by the Black Art.
The song you hear - the suffer of souls
immured in this walls!