Lugubrious mysticism of an unlighted cemetery is acompained only by naked souls walking in the Path of Sorrow. The unholy evil in Inferno reigns where lies the souls and the dying hearts. My essence gets undressed in the purest blasphemy through the invocation in a dark and freezing Night. And sing for me the breeze and the winds the rage of seas grows until the burning light falls. Just the morbid night embraces the horizon, here Ra never has kissed my face.