The shiver of a treacherous wind whispers his name
His infamous litanies that I know too well
But I know he deceives me
I discern the undignified walk of the furtive man
The shadow that distracts and makes the blades crack
From my humble and despicable dark room
Where I expire in the light of the ancient flame
From my last death gasps
Outside, the gloomy winter is on its knees
Knocked down by the acid rains
I engrave the stone in the face of the tears of the candles
Makes the broken mirror dance, harpoons the walls
The claws of my black sun
The horses of Hades will cross your path
Will ignite your chapped ruins
My claws will ravage your flesh
You will collapse, my grip on your neck
I will mutilate your deficiencies
Your torn flesh
And will finally offer myself the dream of a night without foam. Flesh hostole
Admiring the scattered pieces
I will whisper your name at the gates of hell
When the opal shines, then you will be close
You will be so close...

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