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He is the aim

I'm looking for Him in the night

in dreary, dead places

There where the screams of suffering

Fulfill me with relief

I'm praying for Him every moment

and He is sometimes there in the obscurity

Watching me from over there

and whispering to me

The fog and Dark calls You forth,

from the dark depths

and You embrace the living

Bringing fear to them,

in a form of a dark presage beyond one's depth

The one who beholds You becomes demented

and trapped between two worlds

You are indescribable

but still they often talk about You

You are the creatures of the night,

having numerous faces

but with one voice

that whispers at night, ... with the freezing fog

that brings fears, and suffering...

I feel Him, as an ancient agony

which penetrates me, and chills me

I hear Him from so far away

and so close at once

Forasmuch He is there in the dark

Forasmuch He has always been there

and the black depths open up,

after searching for so long...

He haunts me forever, whispering in the dark

Through gates his whisper reaches the living

And this voice drives to madness those who behold him in the dark

A pain beyond one's depth in the eternal darkness

He is the aim, there in the darkness

Lurking behind everything

Unreachable, still He is here in front of me

Elusive, still He embraces me

He is the one I'm looking for eternally

He is the aim, He is the end