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The stench of rotten corpses half buried

Is taken away by the wind

And the torches ablaze

Struggle to remain lit.

In the chapel,

Only the walls remain in their place

The stars are my ceiling

And the night is my veil.

As I say the words,

The future is foreseen…

A plate of blood reveals

Everything I demanded

And the earth crumbles…

In this old forgotten sanctuary,

Sacred since the early times of man,

The blood drenched dolmen slab

Turned into an altar,

Becomes my gateway…

The energy of the earth

Breaks into dimensions unknown,

Breaks abruptly

Through time and space,

And everything is revealed

To me once again.

Long is the night of man

And I’m its darkness…

The quintessence

Of mysteries unrevealed…