Depressed Void

I set off to wander in the night, going somewhere

pondering the swamps of my minds, unexplored roads

Where seems to be even too much time

It is extremely hard to feel anything that would be

in this world

From emptiness and despair

total hate

shadows reflecting my crumbled body

Satanic supremacy, leading my journey to the distance

"Now hard it is to understand how our souls can travel

without wounds and when once our travel takes us

to some stinging, burning, incomprehensible thorn

that tries to break our route to darkness

because the emptiness is the beginning

and the untimely end of our travel"

Your overwhelming presence conquers my heart

fascinating spirit of Satan!

Melancholic feelings, poisonous thoughts,

the enormonous will of emptiness

Divine idols trampled to wet stone,

burnt in dank rain

The divine touch of emptiness, ahh.

I have come back to my roots.

"I cross my hands and pray a new fire for my soul.

I close my wounds and rip them open again,

with insurmountable hate.

Like the worms burrowing in the burial coffings,

I crawl to the darker and more anguishing"

Rekindling again the flame of soul,

to the great shining, burning like a torch

The overwhelming yearning of emptiness on the chasms'

walls, the light-oppressing trance of darkness