At the gates of the horror
The sadist mask
Unchains the infortune
Of the human race…â€
Under the cover of the black chapters
Since the dark ages to the apocalypse
The traces of the ancestral fear
Drowns the man in skepticism
Lurking in the vast thing of the subconscious
Unknowed arts reveal a fear of the future
Macabre illusions of Thanatos
Discover the path of the disgrace
A baneful prelude nearer to be real
That writes in the air the words of the epitaph
The voices that consumes your sanity
And the damned hand turns you over in madness
Undress to face your destiny
Wicked orinomancy, the dreams your dread
Descend to the darkness of hell
Macabre feast, the theater of nightmares
Reserve your step to the salvation
In the scenary of the injustice
A broken icon, a black from dead
Sympathy for the devil, courtesy of death
The cards were thrown to the lick
While an image decides your future
The victory in the game of the curse
And the hope, eternally lost