Grimorium Verum - In The Labyrinth Of The Dead

My morbid fear and painful visions of the mind
Into the Dark. I'm going through the ice
My drooping head and frozen flesh of my hands
Into the Times. The labyrinth of the dead
My morbid face and frozen skinny hands
Into the Dark. I feel light of the lamp
My darkness friends touch my glacial hands
Into the Times. We are going through the dead
My friends lead me through time
I am dead. I feeling the light
My ghosts breathing the cold
The lamp feeling my blood
My new friends are a gypsy and an ugly slave
Into the Dark. We are going to the Hell
My dismal ghosts hold my drooping head
Into the Times. They are keepers of the dead
My friends lead me through time
I am dead. I feeling the light
My ghosts breathing the cold
The lamp feeling my blood
We are here, in the labyrinth of dead
The walls are mirrors of the past
We are here, in labyrinth of times
The roar is voice of the Dark
You are here, you are dead
We are the guides in labyrinth of dead
This walls is the mirror of souls
We have to go through the cold
I am a mistress of the lamp
This padre is my obedient slave
Your blood will feed my lamp
Follow me my brand new slave
My friends lead me through time
I am dead. I feeling the light
My ghosts breathing the cold
The lamp feeling my blood
We are here, in the labyrinth of dead
The walls are mirrors of the past
We are here, in labyrinth of times
The roar is voice of the Dark

Written by:
Roman Dokuchaev

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