Shab

Black Mass Of The Dried Branches

Shab


In a coldest night, beyond the darkness 
As cold winds are caressing our symbols 
Our goddess is tearing in our forest of doom 
Moonlight was dead many years ago 
And the stars are marching to this mass 
Here is darken place 
This is knack of sunlight 
The sun can't shine for this place 
Fhis place was glade 
Full of longer trees 
Full of moonlight and sunlight 
Full of laugh 
Without any tear 
But now here is curse 
Here is darkness 
Full of tears 
Full of cries 
And full of blackness hearts 
This is obscurantism 
This is true 
Cause this is taken from ancient saids 
I rise in this black mass 
And I walk into the darkness forest 
And I tearing 
But my sound is feeble 
Dried branches of our immortal black trees 
And the voices of darkness are playing melodious black metal 
For me 
But they never hear 
They never hear my cry 
I die 
They never feel 
Never