Mass For The Dead - Devilish Impressions

Unknown, Unseen, Unnamed, Unimaginable

You draw circles with the closed ritual

And a tear hidden in your blood

Allows to grasp the order of your world

Dead skies' symbols behind you

Shining half — consciously among the words of prayer

They are like cold lips of fallen winged souls

Still looking for freedom lover —

Freedom flying towards the skies

This is the secret mass of silence

Calling non-existence from everywhere

From bleeding heaven and beautiful depths

Where flowers of death revive once more

Time spills kisses your hands

Kisses existing just in unity and harmony

You descend unto the depths of your thoughts at nights

Sensing the breath of death and look of her shroud

Ashes of sin you crushin your hand

So as to walk through the symbolic mirrors

Know that now you are just a part of the great power

Death allows to enlighten night

Allows to worship and die again

Anxiety and sadness shall rejoin in you

Re-discovering the horizon

In this march you are a well-known target

In this march you are freedom

Through ascension of death — live

Through nudity of fog — live

Through winds of freedom — live

Through bloody shroud of beauty — live

In loneliness a spark of your life

Shall conquer fickleness of time

Passage to immortal non-existance

This is the secret mass of silence

Calling non-existence from everywhere