Like suffocating shadow, like dark cloud the ashes of this cursed place raise up.
Very old temple, where spirits were danced on breaking apertures and wind was howled in the dark.
Now is falling into oblivion.
Very old temple, where spirits were danced on breaking apertures and wind was howled in the dark.
Now is falling into oblivion.
Blashemous reign is waiting in the deapth, the pasts being roused against reallity.
The bell were beated its last strokes. Twilights are sinking down to hellish act.
Catakombs go far of underground, and unite with hell's purgatory.
Feel that Devil settles in the dangeons of this place, and tightens unholy mesh stronger.
Cold of ruins will burn upon symphony of holy flames.
Humans dread this phantasmal crypt, childs were utterly disappeared, and wind that flying from
temples gates, becames colder and blows smell of rotten carrion. But is it end? Commiting to the fire of wrath.
And through broken or hammered windows evil spirits is dancing their bacchanalia.
It is the end of forbearance and this unholy dwelling-place is commiting to the fire.
Blashemous reign is waiting in the deapth, the pasts being roused against reallity.
May be we just awake the horror that sleeps under ruins, and than...
Again Under charred ruins blashemous Spirits is dancing and wind becoming stronger...
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