Deep Void - Mortuary Drape

The cellar passage is connected

To the instinctive fulcrum of the cross to eleven

The lacks of breath chokes the act of praying

And there’s no way out from this cursed place

Now I know what’s the meaning of the words

«To deserve Hell, eternal deserve»

Anguish drive me crazy, empty and depress

Unknown fear frighten me

The one in hell doesn’t speak, it’s a deep prostration state

Where emptiness and anguish totally get the upper hand over everything

God left this place too, because he renounced to pretend my soul

The winged bitch of prostitution wants me to celebrate our marry

When I asked to the medium what’s the undead world

She enigmatically answered me

Telling about my future and my destiny, fear in my head

Ready to face the worst things

All my worries and troubles were written

In this page and recorded in this tape

This place gives no space to pray your God

Because you’re un-awarded but possessed

Fear and anguish flowing along these walls

Are much bigger than the usual harmony of the soul

I don’t believe to all that poets

Preachers and Satanists who talk about hell

They describe an estetic

Romantic and decadent evil

But evil is really not as they say