Land of Million Crosses

Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain

My dreams led me through lands I had never known,

Through abodes of horror where no one should tread.

How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?

The corpse-world a world full of tortures

Which stuck on the edge of madness

In one-step to the empty abyss.

This land is inhabited by ghosts and fading memories.

In the midst of the abode of horrors

You did not notice your death.

Is it possible for a madman to go mad?

You are praying to be not in this black cold place.

There is nothing, just an endless

Fall

Oblivion

Through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil.

The tortured land is haunted and poisoned.

In the midst of the abode of horrors,

On the end of the worlds

You did not notice your death.

Spectral voices call

To the festival

Of the burial.

Their speech is full of stench and poison.

In the void of unspeakable hunger they feast

But the viands of dust are tasteless.

There is no other food here, only flesh

A lavish revelry for scavengers and worms.

Our forefathers sank

Into the silence of death long ago,

In lands where tombs

Tombstones take roots.

The long-suffering land

Is haunted and frozen in rigor mortis.

In the midst of the abode of horrors,

On the line of no return

The tortured land is haunted and poisoned.

In the midst of the abode of horrors,

On the end of the worlds

You did not notice your death.

Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain

My dreams led me through lands I had never known,

Through abodes of horror where no one should tread.

How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?

The corpse-world a world full of tortures

Which stuck on the edge of madness

In the step to the empty abyss.

Is it possible for a madman to go mad?

You are praying to be not in this black cold place.

There is nothing, just an endless

Fall