Abysmal Grief

Misfortune tracks



Motionless is the corpse in the grave
But flames from the ground seem to come out
In the churchyard tonight magic lights
I can see the spirits of the Dead wandering quiet...

Occult arts practised under their great light
To evoke the force trapped underground
Come to us, come to us
Arise! Come to us tonight!

I feel a presence,
Obscure eyes watching me
I am scarred by this new life

Ignis fatuus
Ignis fatuus

"In the chapel a portion of the marble floor
had been torn up, for it was desired to touch
the naked earth with the bare feet, and draw her powers
directly up from their volcanic stratum.
In this sulphur the magick circle had been drawn
with a two-pointed stick, and the grooves thus made
had been filled with charcoal powder.
It was not a true circle, no figure of sanctity
and perfection might enter in that accursed rite..."


Lost among a thousand of grey solemn tombs
find shelter through the field of corpses now exhumed
Smell the earth, witness of this slow return to life
Our existence ruins down into these graves

Cadaver Devotion

Failure through damnation
Grimness breaths that make them crawl
Celebrate this great tragedy
By evoking desperate souls
Walk the way without lights
Mourning clothes for the Quest
Touch the corpse, feel its charm
Prepare the rite...

Cadaver Devotion


Tonight the moon no longer shines
The Dark invades the graveyard
Eagerly I walk the path that leads into the Crypt
The votive lamps are flickering
Casting shadows all round
I graze the slabs and try to hear
The rustling from inside
Hail! Hail! Sorrow hail! Keeper of this garden
The smell of dead which fills the air
Exalts your mournful realm
I leave the place of light and sun
Where people fear the gloom
And silently I celebrate
The World beyond the tomb

Into the Crypt...
Crypt of Horror

Nothing seems to dwell this side,
A so material silence
But the damp way of spirits' come
Is far from being so dumb
I reached a place I didn't know
Whose light comes from their past lives
The exciting vibes of ancient spells
Reveal the arts practised

Into the Crypt...
Crypt of Horror


Qui excubias funeris observant, cum timore et tremore
Et reverentia hoc faciant, nullus ibi praesumat joca et Saltationes
Facere quae pagani diabolo docente adinvenerunt.
Est tamen aliguis qui supra mortuum nocturnis horis
Carmini diabolica cantaret, et biberet et manducaret ibi,
Quasi de eius Morte gratuletur.
Initum calamitatis invocat, et adventus vermis.




The cold embrace of Death
Reveals us the Gate
We're entering the Reign of Gloom
Through the violet veil
But the ones who still lie dead
Know the way to come back
They're waiting for the black moon night
In their charming graves

The closing sound of the grim bell's toll
Scans the gait of the funeral march
They proceed slowly towards us
With outstretched cold arms
Our existence can turn at last
To an eternal All Soul's Day
Whispering they'll return to life
While our goal in life is Death!