Phantasmagoric hill of sadness

Beyond the toxic black clouds

A magnificent castle in flamboyant style

A monstrous mass of of ashlar and ice

With splendid gigantic aedicules

Framed with phallic columns and

Mysterious blind arcading, with

Misericordian decorated frescoes

A sanctuary for ceremonial unholyness

An invitation to the realm of darkness



I am alone in my dark castle

Standing in the dep catacombs

Searching for new inspiration amongst

This cryptic sanctuary of meditation

The gathering place of raddled bats

Watching through the rose-window, feeling

The presence of a menacing air, possessing

A voluptuous face, enters the black chamber

The tenebrous architectural rules of

decoration

It's in the end of ancient time of Saltire



Turning back to the perpendicular tabernacle

For celebration with an unblessed sacrament

The deep atmosphere is as ever, nightmarish

The dreams are beginning in the asembly of

Coven members, the essence of my own mind

The hatred, proceeding into the ambulatory

Solitude in castle of horrors

Solitude under the trefoils

A mysanthropic life in a mysanthropic silence