carpaths, land of improper people
land of legends and mysterious places
of unbearable propage tales
by masters of decadent madness
in the center of valleys strewn with trees
a dark cold house rise
landscapes darkened by primeval forests
penetrate in this cursed place by this residents
smell the pervading air of schizophrenia
outgoing from these corrupted spirits
of these hatred and of these imprisonned furies
that we study to control better
any forms of malefic embodiments
the ursed madmen subjected to tortuous autobiography
the unchained at the moment packaged
will immortalize their stricking acts
and their degrading thoughts
in the collection of liver lost
