Land Of Million Crosses - Katalepsy

Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain

My dreams led me through lands I had never known

Through abodes of horror where no one should tread

How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?

The corpse-world, a world full of tortures

Which stuck on the edge of madness

In one-step to the empty abyss

This land is inhabited by ghosts and fading memories

In the midst of the abode of horrors

You did not notice your death

Is it possible for a madman to go mad?

You are praying to be not in this black cold place

There is nothing, just an endless

Fall

Oblivion

Through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil

The tortured land is haunted and poisoned

In the midst of the abode of horrors

On the end of the worlds

You did not notice your death

Spectral voices call

To the festival

Of the burial

Their speech is full of stench and poison

In the void of unspeakable hunger they feast

But the viands of dust are tasteless

There is no other food here, only flesh

A lavish revelry for scavengers and worms

Our forefathers sank

Into the silence of death long ago

In lands where tombs

Tombstones take roots

The long-suffering land

Is haunted and frozen in rigor mortis

In the midst of the abode of horrors

On the line of no return

The tortured land is haunted and poisoned

In the midst of the abode of horrors

On the end of the worlds

You did not notice your death

Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain

My dreams led me through lands I had never known

Through abodes of horror where no one should tread

How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?

The corpse-world, a world full of tortures

Which stuck on the edge of madness

In the step to the empty abyss

Is it possible for a madman to go mad?

You are praying to be not in this black cold place

There is nothing, just an endless

Fall