Nefarious nights, a time so far,
ancestral fears and nightmares
From the darkened clouds of the past
memories of souls without rest...

Pray your lord to reach another dawn
(The) Darkness takes away our mortal life
They' ve come back with these obscure nights

The moon appears through the fog
which flattens over the bog
Lock yourself inside your fragile home
close all lights and hope they don't come

NEFARIOUS... NIGHTS

NEFARIOUS... NIGHTS

I observe sinister moors
Through the grip of winter
i walk towards the endless dark
As legends return to take

other lives into their funeral drape
Nefarious Nights...

"Rediverunt nobis.
Tempus est solvere debitum sanguinis.
Deum benedictat nos omnes."

A funeral procession through the night
takes the caskets of the dead to the cemetary
They burn their coffins to purify the souls
then pray the Lord to be forgiven

Population now has payed the dues
The cold winds take away the nefarious nights

I walk again through these darkened paths,
as the cold wind blows on my face,
and the fog creates sinister forms,
they guide me in the dark night.
a night as black as Death.
An iced hand closes my eyes,
as the frost surrounds me with its obscure shroud.
Nightfrost

No moon over me this night,
only the dark is real now.
I stand obsessed by the signs,
occult symbols carved in the ground,
of this ancient moor.

They show me the mysteries of the afterlife,
The way to the knowledge.
Now I must die to see this...

Wandering in the lands of Death.
I know, I've seen beyond.
Untrodden paths, but only in this life,
I walked them.
Nightfrost

On the path to darkness, the darkness of these nights
Through the fog we' re dressed with our black robes
Silence... The wolves will lead us
towards the place of nightmares...

A deserted house stands beyond the ancient cemetary
We coven inside the dark place
The pale walls of the crypt
now are lightened by black candles...
The medium begun the invocation...

"Invoco animas veterum mortuorum
In nomine dilapsorum nobis ostendete verum
Volumus ex novo vivere fines vestram.
Animae mortuorum audite hanc revocationen,
dicete nobis de tenebris que post mortem sunt
Nobis revelate horridum abyssum mortis..."

We want to know

Lugubrious moans come from the near cemetary
Your cryptic voices whisper
with the stenching breath of Death...

"Redite per clathros vita e post mortem."

Tonight the sky is darker than ever,
as tormented souls tell the occult secrets...

OBSCURA ARCANA MORTIS

MORTE

Thought I dreamed it again, the place where I constantly wander
So far and wrapped in darkness
It stands as the incarnation of my obsessions

My soul is keaving my body once more
As I enter those wretched ancient walls
Corridors of post-mortem existence
I breathe the evilness of dark deserted rooms

Tears falling from my eyes as I walk towars the stairs
Haunted by something I can't perceive
A house built on my utter negativity

Last visions of a fullmoon, the frozen nighttime wind
I lose myself through those endless dungeons

Take me away, take me there where I'm born
Embrace me in your inhuman angst

The smell of distant places in my dreams
Nostalgia, take me home...

Observe the snow under which i lie with empty eyes
Losing life, remembrances of cries
Frozen images of last sick days
The forceless body hanged shows me ill-fated ways

Recalling desolation, no one cried my death
The acrid taste of rotting takes my breath away
My violet lips covered with frost
The paleness of those walls is lost...
It's fucking lost

The winter grows cold
It takes me into the frame of dust and old
The silence in me...
Please Death set me free

Fallin' upon my buried coffin
the snow freezes my last smile
And the tears are crystallized
But the pain remains in me

Still and cold and dead
My body lies under the ground
A withered flower falls on me
Upon the ice of my grave

ENTOMBED BY WINTER...

Memories of life, times lost in my mind
Ages of a forgotten existence, so far now
Dusty shells of pictures buried by years
Tell me who i am
Tell me how to see my dawn...
Tomorrow...

Were we born to struggle and suffer ?
Happiness is a short while
Where we forget to be humans
Hate is only a waste of time
The cold is growing, end of days
Hold my body and take me far away
Far away from this grave of frost
We must enjoy these moments of inhumanity
Before they take our dream away...

ENTOMBED BY WINTER