Letra de Cauchemar

Surrounded by dismal gloom Candles cast distorting views Shadows of sickness fill my eyes Wretched visions flood my mind Filthy sanctum of vile disgrace Grotesquely deformed, slowly decaying rotting face. My blood runs from red to black My heart beats from slow to fast My emotions run from warm to cold I let darkness claim my soul Laughter fills this morbid shrine As screams of torment amuse my life Distant hallowed chanting Becons the goat of mendes Ritual incantation Witches of the Mesquet Subconcious void of thy hallowed Clamorous ministers of shadows Morbid visions induce fears Courtship of evil-reality of death nears..........