Darzamat In The Flames Of Black Art
coming into the blazing chamber I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night I am divina into the mirrors overfull with the dark of secrets I find traces of past decades I don't want the sun the night is eternal in me like the storms of waterfalls I am in the flames of black art my heart didn't stop beating and my breast isn't icy but my thoughts are covered with the dark and my heart has attired the black where the night spreads to out the earth I will go there looking for the night in the flames of black art
