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In the wind from the abyss, on the whispers of trees - as old as legends.

In graves that rot in oblivion,

In the gates open to forbidden worlds,

In the whispers of mankind's medicine, let's rise!

Those who feed on the light of the dead,

Thosw who follow the path of enlightenment,

In the light of a corpse, we begin the ritual

Where time ends

Where the stars of existence have gone out

We are light the fire of awakening!

Where the emptiness of souls begins

We sing our song,

We drink from the mouths of the dead.

In the hell of memories and loss

We will be the ones who lead the blade.

And cut brother! Cut sister! Deep!

We will be there for your suffering and wounds!

At your funerals and your tears

Thousands of our names spoken in your dreams

Whispered and carved - we, the fear of your souls!

And do not disturb your loves

We devour your world.

We are breathless, black hole ghosts,

From the smoke and the singing of dead witches.

We are your fear and anxiety, risen from the tombs of evildoers - from burnt souls.

We carry the black light of your curses!

Oh tremble born! Tremble!

Your end is your beginning.

And we will hide in the cellars and under your beds.

And black corners of your houses, there we will send our smiles!

And knives hungry like wandering souls.

Our laughter - let it hurt

Your nightmares will become reality

...and here they are!