Path of eternal sorrow

Lugubrious mysticism
of an unlighted cemetery
is acompained only by naked souls
walking in the Path of Sorrow.

The unholy evil in Inferno reigns
where lies the souls and the dying hearts.
My essence gets undressed
in the purest blasphemy
through the invocation
in a dark and freezing Night.

And sing for me the breeze and
the winds
the rage of seas grows until the
burning light falls.
Just the morbid night embraces
the horizon,
here Ra never has kissed my face.