---

A black-draped altar in total darkness,

locked up inside a ruined chapel.

The invited are waiting, fraught with tension

and soon proclaiming hell.

Spiritual Euphoria,

and the impious hysteria.

A smell in the air, a stench of decay,

the necromancy, conjuring the dead.

A supernatural sensory stimulation,

demons and nightmares will spread.

Metempsychosis into the sin,

higher beings with an evil grin.

The arcane journey just begins,

lost control for all limbs.

Spiritual Euphoria

and the impious hysteria.

Spiritual Euphoria,

straight into the crypts of hellfire.

The master of ceremony enters the room,

the evocation of the shadows.

We drank from the chalice of spiritual epiphany

and so morbid pleasure arose.

Sudden tiredness, voices turning low,

feeling terrified, an aromatic smoke.

Now a light, a shape and a devil’s gaze,

fearsome screams, a skeleton rogue.

Spiritual Euphoria

and the impious hysteria.

Spiritual Euphoria,

straight into the crypts of hellfire.

It’s no illusion, no evidence of deceit,

left in confusion all is true, no retreat.

And the painted images of the death,

shocking experience of hell’s breath.

Obsessed by the bizarre

with lanterns of fear.

Obsessed by the bizarre,

Satan’s minions summoned

by camera obscura.