Mist And The Pagan's Castle

A whole body becomes stiff in the sense that blood flows backward for despair
Freezing like a time stopped the world
I am only deep sadness
Sorrow was too deep, and tears died, and thirst was born.

The beating that has weak bare organ
Sound of creaking bones
Silence of Hymn macabre
cruel of sorrow such as the nausea
This is thy funereal tune
Thine was killed by Clergy.

Mist of the violet quietness was swallowed
Appeared castle such as the volcanic glass
Gates was covered with deadly spines
Open by prayer of the thou
Black voice of satan in the dark that sounds
Not fear, thy knows.

Follows fate imbrued in blood
Sorrow is too deep and falls into the abyss
Dark door is open...

To darkness to provoke it to that castle
When moon is dyed in red, our holy rite begins
A neck, the neck of the cross.

Even if I murder many people, the thirst is not healed
Fresh blood pouring with scream
Color a body of the incantation which appears
When the wind teaches the harbinger of rain
The thing that is sure to be forgotten is recalled
The rain of the sulfuric acid does not stop
It dissolve all
Till I annihilate all.

Freezing like a time stopped the world
I am only deep sadness
Please stop my time now!