Opening the dark path to find the spectral abyss
Where my lost and dead soul
Wandering into a cosmic exaltation
Sumerged in a sea of nightmare
That torment my procession
And release of all physical and earthly
I well keep falling for centuries
In the abyss of torment
Time has passed, i am already,
Here in the underground world.

The dead waiting for my soul
To curse it in eternity
Will follow succumb to its black magic power

The thresholds have now been opened
Where i shall receive its revelation
Bathed in their dark blasphemies
Reveal of the dead

Will open for me a path to the trascendental liberation
And their curse will follow me, in all future incarnation
Outside the material plane, they will follow me
In all future reincarnation,to follow me their
Path of the dark trascendece.

From the distant and lugubrious crypts
I hear the deads chants
They are call me
His curse it comes to me
To unveil their most, sinister secrets
To find the way
Toward immortality

I will desecrated their grave, my blood its already cold
The moon is full, i feel the malefic entities
They are with me, in this unholy augury
They are with me,the damn rites has begun

I still hear their screams, they are calling me

I will desecrated their grave, to unveil their most,sinister secrets
I will desecrated their grave, to achive the eternal life
Away from profane world of human

In the deepest abysses of the infernal regions
My souls is completely, exhumated and lost
From beyond i hear, is macabre laments,
In the oscurity unknow dimensions
From the beyond hear his macabre laments

A place where they can integrated
The dead soul remains trapped
A place where they can integrated
In the Wheel of life

In the infernal regions
I will find eternal rest

In the obscure dimensions
Where my soul will wander eternally.

Smell the putrid stench of flesh
Draggining mutilated legs
To feed insatiable
Thrist pile of corpses putrified
Burning in the flame of life

Extintion of the human kind
Finish by the satan sign

The whole world is falling
Dying walking of the edge of life
Demon from the other side
Brining the immortal winds

Immortal winds

With the black magic power
What was granted to me by
The ancient black wizard
I rise the dead in my most insane devotion
From underground world

Practices their bloody
Ritual of the human sacrifice
With my real devotion
I will find the way toward resurrection

Rise the dead
I will back from the dead
Turned into a putrid zombie
Vomiting curses
Those that will be my prayers
Of blasphemous and real devotion

From the lower, where the dead torment
My dreams, a dense path is revealed
To me and full of morbid images
They are sending me to a dimension
Full of lament and screams of suplications
Ruled by demonized beasts
In a empire of the death

And suffering that path shows me
A world that inside me
From a low dimension

Morbid revelation that torment my dreams
And beasts who take to me
Underground world to eat my soul

Morbid revelation that torment my dreams
From the lower astral

Morbid revelation that show me another
And real existence

From a desperate cry are awakening of the deep nightmare

Crossing the treshold over confines of the unknows
Beyond imagination, where the most
Sinister curses are manifested
Evoked by the thirty wizard
Of the old world
In a rites of sorcery and devotion

There falls upon me a black lighting charged
With magic and darkness.,
It will curse my existence on the heartly plane

Vomiting curses, there is no salavation
Vomiting curses,there is no deliverence
Only real death can awaken the eternal fire
Vomiting curses, the hide in my being

Before i was born, there is no one to save me
For i am already cursed until me
The end of my existence

Sunk in a pit of rotting corpses
Where they are gradualy coming
Back to life, a dark ritual of necromancy
Evoked by the magician
Incarnated in a decrepit corpses
It will explode in the sky lighting

Bolt that will fall on the ancient tomb
Of the old world
Sorrounded by candles and black blood

Calling from beyond to the
Sinister creatures incorporeal
That will guide this curses ritual
This is out of your imagination
This is a putrid evil rites

Once the dead have risen
They walk in search of their torment
Soul and incarnated in the other bodies
Those who never find destiny

This is out of your imagination
This is a wicked putrid rites.