Calling the grace of the elements
Drawing a circle with a bone
Candles are flowing on the ground
During the night, at Yeun Elez
We proclaim our allegiance
Making the blood flow, then, the pact is honored
The sap has opened my eyes to the dark
The profane of knowledge
A circle of bones, out of the light
Dead woods are coming back to life
Crows follow the path to the Sabbath
Invoking the Cylenchar
Asking for a blackened protection
Impure voices from the woods
A call of the ancients rise
Burning, your fiery altar has consumed his face
Shipwrecked gravediggers of faith and soul
Do you not hear the distress of your souls?
His blood blackens the flames
Like his tears accompanying your steps
Hideous, sacrificial banquet thrown in the face of the Gods
Rotting lover with a courtesan odor in honor of the heavens
Abject pasture flattering the pangs in a mist satiated with flesh
From then on the nauseating incense praises your locked, mortal bodies
br/>Mortueux, mortueux
Honoring the faith of the Cylenchar
Time is coming to return in silence
Stay hidden and proceed in the shadow
Blessed by the ancient cosmic ghosts

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